This is difficult to write, and I’m really nervous doing so, but I really want to talk to someone about it .
I love Speedos, even though I’m shy. Regular trunks are so boring by comparison; a Speedo gives much less coverage, covering my penis and buttocks, but very little else; it’s exciting! I like how it feels more snug and tight, and the material is much nicer than underwear. I often fantasise about scenarios where I only ever need wear a black Speedo brief again!
But, I also love bondage. Handcuffs are my favourite - there’s no hope of loosening or cutting it like rope. Without the key, you are stuck and at another’s mercy. I’m always so stressed and worried, so to have any agency taken away… it sounds heavenly. I’d want my bondage to be completely inescapable, so I’d have no choice but to accept my fate
And so, I dream about being kept as a Speedo slave. I would only ever be permitted to wear a black Speedo as my slave uniform; a stitch more would be forbidden. I would serve my mistress as a loyal worker in the day, doing whatever was tasked of me whilst still chained to prevent escape.
When not working, however, I would be kept inescapably restrained. First I would be strip searched: all cavities would be inspected to ensure nothing was secreted, and my Speedo thoroughly inspected to ensure nothing was hidden.
After being allowed to put my Speedo back on, My hands would be secured behind my back with several pairs of handcuffs, ratcheted as tightly as possible, as well as a pair of thumb cuffs. The key holes would be be kept facing upwards away from my fingers, filled with blue tac or gum, and then duct taped over. Thus, even if I could somehow obtain a tool or key, escape would be impossible.
My feet would be fettered similarly. A tight ballgag or panel gag would be strapped and padlocked into my mouth - the later being used to ensure that if I somehow got a key into my mouth, I could never reach it. A leather blindfold would completely cut of my sight, and earplugs would muffle any sound.
I would then be secured to a bare bed or chair in order to rest, with my mistress reaching into my Speedo and inspecting my penis one last time to check for keys or tools. My restraints would be checked regularly to ensure they have no mercy, and no hope of failure. Not that I would want to escape, but even if I did, any slight hope would be cruelly squelched. Knowing this, I could relax in my bonds, and finally rest from my anxieties. My master/mistress would be kind but resolute in the inescapable nature of my slavery. Any begging for release would be met only with tighter, more inescapable restraints.
