briefs
poolside
poolside
It is just another hot day here in the desert. The pool water shimmered in the clear blue as a light breeze ruffled the surface. Lying in the float chair in the temperate water, I feel a chill on my underside as the Sun warms my chest and stomach. Naked and enjoying my hard lemonade, I enjoy the blue sky that expands over me.
As the current of the pool moves me slowly around the water, I am tempted to get one of my favorite cigars from inside the house and light up as the Sun moves into afternoon.
A Boss like me can’t ask for anything better. I can even watch my slave as I enjoy the cool water of my pool, for I have a great view of my slave, who is right where I installed him an hour ago.
Since it is Saturday, I knew that I wanted a lazy day and didn’t have much use for my slave. So, there he stands, strapped to the middle post that holds up the patio roof.
Now he can’t see me, as he is locked in the Heavy Bondage Hood from Mr. S Leathers that encases his entire shaved head in thick padded leather. Straps are pulled tightly across the blindfold attached to the hood, with another crossing over his lips. A small breathing grommet allows the slave to take in breaths of the hot desert air. Another strap is tightly secured under his chin and locks at the top of his head. Besides keeping the slave in darkness, it keeps him silent and muffles any noise he might hear.
As I take a sip of my beverage, I admit how I have enclosed my slave in total leather. A straitjacket keeps his arms crossed before him. The jacket has several locks, and I was able to run the leather straps that secure him to the post through his arms, making everything tighter. I liked it when he grunted as I pulled the straps with more force, getting to the final hole to buckle them. Then the black Master lock made sure he was secured.
Yes, my slave was no doubt sweating in that hood and straitjacket. But the leather clothing he was wearing was probably making it even warmer for him. Since it was the weekend, my slave was required to wear his leather CHP uniform, which is breeches that are tucked into his tall Dehner’s with heavy soles. A long-sleeve uniform shirt in tan leather with patches and a badge, and of course the duty vest and belt with all the equipment. I love seeing my slave do his errands in his full uniform, hearing the gear move against the leather.
When he isn’t in the bondage hood, I keep him in a lighter leather hood with his motorcycle helmet over that.
His uniform shirt ends with his black leather cop gloves that fit him tightly. For this lazy afternoon, I put him in fist mitts before putting the straitjacket on.
The breeze spins me around in the water, and my eyes see my leather-encased slave helpless against the post, the sun slowly moving across the sky now creating shade on the slave that will cool him down some.
Taking a sip again, a wicked thought just occurred to me. When it is time to release my slave, I might keep him in the straitjacket and push him into the pool so that he will cool down quickly. Leave him in the water until the leather is soaked. Then perhaps stake him out on the lawn and let the heat dry the leather overnight.
It is good to be the Boss.