My Visit To The MountainIntroduction by ZerotafThis must have been the bitchingest, complainingest c
My Visit To The MountainIntroduction by ZerotafThis must have been the bitchingest, complainingest captive I ever had. He used the safe word. And once he even cried.As everybody knows, tops exist to serve bottoms but this guy was stretching the limits. He was constantly complaining, complaining, complaining: “This isn’t tight enough”, “that is too loose”, “I can still move”, “it doesn’t hurt yet” and on and on and on.Eventually I gagged him tightly, put him in wrist and ankle stocks, put a hood on him, hearing protectors over his ears and went to do some work within earshot of the cell. About 20 minutes later I hear him making the safety noise, rush over, pull out the gag and he says “This is a genuine emergency! This position is just so fucking, fucking comfortable. I’m playing music in my head but I’m still so bored.”I should have put on the hearing protectors.So I took everything off him, put him naked on the concrete floor in a very tight hogtie and left him there for two hours. Then I gave him his first ever bareback whipping, as I had told him a day earlier.This is a tough bondage bottom and one sick puppy.The captive writes:I never thought I’d fall in love with a concrete floor.One of the things that had made me hesitant to contact Zerotaf for a long time was what I heard about him from a couple of guys who had visited and others who had been there in their minds or related stories they had heard about him. One constant theme was that he “strips you naked, tosses you in a cold cell with a concrete floor and you’ll hate every minute there but jerk off over it for the next six months.”For me the reality was quite different.I did have handcuffs behind my back, leg irons and a blindfold within minutes of being picked up at the bus station and was in some kind of restraint all the time until I was dropped off at the bus station four days later.First thing on the mountain I did get stripped naked, then the handcuffs went on again behind my back, leg irons went on my bare feet and I was thrown into a bare breeze block cell with a concrete floor. The leg irons were attached to a ring in the wall by a short chain that allowed me just three or four steps to move around. A heavy steel collar went around my neck and a chain at the back from it connected to the handcuffs.The chain and collar went on because I was a smart ass the moment Zerotaf left, locking the heavy cell door and slamming shut the light and sound proof outer door. I pulled my cuffed hands from the back to the front and waved at the security camera that kept a constant watchful eye on me. So I really did deserve the collar and chain.The collar dug into my collar bones after a while, of course, and that explains why in a couple of the pictures my head is bowed down – that was the only way to relieve the pain and be relatively comfortable. However, bending down pulled the back chain tight and the leg irons up and I usually had to lift one of my legs. My cuffed hands were also pulled higher.I stayed like this for the next six hours or so, in near complete darkness much of the time. Standing or squatting was the best option because when I sat down and leaned against the wall the chain in the back dug in uncomfortably. The other choice was lying on the floor which wasn’t so bad for a while. The cell wasn’t nearly as cold as I’d been told, neither was the floor and later I flearned that during the winter there is some underfloor heating.During those six hours Zerotaf looked in a couple of times which was quite reassuring.Eventually I was put on a thin prison issue foam mattress on the floor, hands still cuffed behind my back but now chained to a leather collar which was chained to the bars of the cell. I was stretched out when the leg irons were chained to the wall at the end of the mattress. That is how I spent the night, awake mostly as it was quite hard to get into the position I usually sleep in. When I had to piss I used the drain in the floor which started to stink badly after a while.I stayed on the mattress all morning which was interrupted only by an interrogation which I’ll describe later. Around noon I felt feisty again and suggested to Zerotaf that the mattress was way too comfortable and he should put me on the concrete floor. He rolled his eyes but accommodated me and I spent nearly six hours cuffed and bound on the concrete floor. It wasn’t as bad as I had imagined but my hips bruised and chafed which made the next night uncomfortable every time I turned so I didn’t get much sleep that night either.After about 28 hours Zerotaf announced that I had beaten Metalbond’s and Truckerjohn’s record and he’d let me out after 29 hours. I bitched and moaned all that hour to Zerotaf as I felt I could easily do another night which would have brought me to 40 hours and then maybe even stretch this to 48 hours. But Zerotaf was concerned about safety and yet again called me a truly sick puppy which did make me feel quite proud.However, calling this a record breaking performance is like comparing apples and oranges. Both Metalbond and Truckerjohn are quite big, muscular guys while I’m regular size so it is MUCH easier for me to have my hands cuffed behind my back than it is for them – so I have to give my props to the two of them.The interrogation scene that morning was a highlight of my visit. I knew that Zerotaf is a skilled interrogator so I had prepared a well sealed envelope with a question on the outside and a totally unrelated answer that couldn’t be guessed concealed inside.I had never experienced a stun gun so I asked Zerotaf in our initial email exchanges if he would use it on me during the interrogation, that I was likely to really hate the experience but that he should use it three times and ignore any hollering, begging or pleading. I planned to lie at least once initially so I would get four hits.Used on my naked butt and outer thighs it really did hurt a lot but I can be a stubborn fucker and kept lying about the answer, screaming my head off every time the stun gun was used until Zerotaf became concerned about my muscles and told me the answer – he had managed to easily retrieve the secret information from the apparently still securely sealed and taped envelope.There was a lot of other bondage, other experiences, the whipping and finally one of my absolute favorite bondage positions, shown in the last picture. This is both hugely painful and a great endorphin rush. For this scene you need a really experienced top who knows that it is not safe to stay in that position for more than 25 minutes.The bottom’s endorphin rush can be so great that he’ll ask to be pulled up higher and stay in longer but those pleadings must be ignored as there are serious safety issues. I did manage to bend my knees surreptitiously for a while so most of my body weight was pulling on my arms. No wonder Zerotaf calls me a sick puppy – but it is a well known fact that men don’t have enough blood to supply both the big head and the small head at the same time.The only negative experience was entirely self inflicted. I had asked Zerotaf to let me go without food for the first 48 hours – he rolled his eyes yet again, kept offering food at every mealtime and every time I refused even though I did get increasingly hungry. After 48 hours I had some cold dried porridge made with water, of course, at my request.I forced myself not to wolf it down but ended up very uncomfortable with the porridge lying heavily in my stomach. Both Zerotaf and Zerotsm, his partner, looked after me really well for the next couple of hours when I was OK again, giving me some milk which helped a lot. For dinner I had some plain white rice followed by rice with a bit of vegetables on top the following day. At the time I really was a sick puppy.So why did Zerotaf call me the ‘bitchingest, complainigest captive he had ever had’?Right at the beginning of our email exchanges Zerotaf had told me that he practices what he calls 'adversarial bondage and SM’, so I took him up on that, challenging him at every point and he really seemed to enjoy that. It meant, however, that every so often I had to endure control methods banned by the European Human Rights Convention and once got cattle prodded and stun gunned until I cried uncle.And that’s one of the reasons Zerotaf calls me a sick puppy who has the bit of brain missing that is responsible for self protection and reason. I may be the former but I do have that bit of brain intact – it is just that I very much enjoy testing myself and being challenged by a great top like Zerotaf.I can’t thank him and his partner Zerotsm enough for what were some of the most extraordinary four days in my life and can’t wait to go back.And yes, I did shed a few tears when Zerotaf dropped me off at the bus terminal at the end of the four days. -- source link