2017-03-07 - spike - Oh god what a suit 3

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 3
Date: 07 March 2017

He stood. That’s all he could do. Stand and watch the world go by locked in an utterly immobile but absolutely entrancing rubber suit in a display case in that shop. The tubes and plug were still causing him trouble but they were becoming less of a problem.

Dozens of customers. Not one of them suspecting a thing but all of them walking around him and nodding in admiration at the suit he wore.

He couldn’t hear a thing of course, even though he could see Alpha serving the customers, it was obvious the mic had been turned off.

Then he saw a friend.

He screamed with his mind. Willing him to look his way.

“Jim! It’s me! Please! Jim!”

Oh, he looked all right, he walked around him, admiration plain on his face. Then he rushed away, running past him with something rubber bundled under his arm towards the changing rooms. A glint of silver caught his eye, a large number five.

“Oh god Jim, no! Not you! Please not you!”

He looked across at the counter, at Alpha with that familiar evil grin beginning to play on his lips. but he was serving another customer right now.

The customer completed his purchase, left the shop and then Alpha made his move. The mic turned on with a click.

There was a knocking sound. “Hello, sir. Can I help you?”

“Oh god, this is amazing. How much is it?”

“I’m afraid it’s not for sale sir, but you’re more than welcome to try it. No problem there. As you can see on the front, it belongs to Master Q.”

“Who’s that then?”

“One of our better customers. He developed that material. More than happy for word to spread around about it. If you like, you could try on the rest.”

“Fuck me! There’s more?”

“Of course, sir! It may be a little wait though. I have customers to serve but if you’d like to wait in the back, I can gather up the rest.”

“Damn! I can’t right now, I’m on my lunch break. I’ll be back tomorrow!”

One benefit of being in the case was at least four could see the time. There was a clock behind the counter. Ten minutes later, his friend ran past, back in his normal clothing and four exhaled in relief.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Just more customers. More amazed looks.

The moment the shop closed for the night, the display case was opened and turned off.

Four almost collapsed with relief at being able to move again. Twelve fucking hours? Like that! And this was his fate for tomorrow too until he got shipped off to this mystery Master Q bloke to become his permanent property?

“Come on, four. Let’s get you into the back. Feed you. Give you some water. See how you feel about your life now.”

Four followed as usual. He now knew he had little choice.

Again, the funnel was clipped to his mouth tube and something was poured down it. He immediately felt it filling his stomach. He hadn’t even realised just how hungry he was until that moment but it satisfied the need, filled him up and he felt a renewed energy. He actually began to feel good.

Next, a bottle of water was poured in too.

Once the funnel was removed, the laptop was placed before him yet again.

“So, how are you feeling about your life now, four?”

“I think I’m getting used to the tubing now. No more heaving as if I’m going to throw up. My arse isn’t hurting quite as much but my mind’s been in a turmoil, Sir. I love this suit, Sir, I’ll not deny that, but the rest of my life? As a slave?”

“It’s not that bad, four.”

“But how would you know? You’re just a shop assistant here. You get to go home!”

“I am Alpha, four. I’m just as much a slave to Master Q as you are. This shop is my home. I’ve not been outside in five years. I gave myself to Master Q fully six years ago and he assigned me this shop then. I earn no wages, all I need is provided for me by him. At first, he came for me and took me home but he moved to a different country five years ago. I sleep in a timelocked cage in the back as will you. The lock automatically opens at five thirty in the morning and then I begin work. The shop opens at ten, closes at ten and then I have to report to my Master.”

“So you’re just as trapped”

“Not trapped. I’m a slave. I accepted that position, volunteered to become his property. Willingly. My sole purpose in life since I put my original name on that slave contract was to please him. If running the shop pleases him, then that pleases me. I have a better lot in life than many. Many never see the outside of their Master’s dungeon.”

“But what about play? Sex?”

Alpha dropped his trousers. There, locked on good and proper was the most severe metal chastity belt four had ever seen.

“I have worn this Latowski belt now for five and a half years. It never comes off. Only Master Q has the key and only he will permit it and he hasn’t. What’s more, he won’t. I’m his. He can do with me as he pleases. If he ordered me into one of those suits, I’d put it on and I’d stand in that light until it cured. Willingly.”

The laptop made a ping.

“And speak of the devil...” Alpha turned the laptop away from four, clicked something and a voice sprang out of the speaker.

“Ah, good. Alpha. How go the takings?”

It was a deep voice, it had a richness about it. Even a little playfulness. It wasn’t a harsh or bullying tone like four had been expecting but it did have a power behind it.

“Increased dramatically today Sir.”

“Increased? Why?”

“Number four sir. Fully fitted out and standing in a display case all day. Attracted quite a lot of attention, Sir.”

“Really? That is quite satisfying. Is it there?”

“It is Sir.”

“Show it to me.”

Alpha turned the laptop towards four with a smile. “Number four. I’d like to introduce you to your new owner. Master Q. Number four.”

All there was on the screen was a blank image in the Skype window, not even a photo, certainly not a video chat from his end anyway, though it was clear he could see them.

“So you’re my latest acquisition. Number four, stand.”

four stood.

“Very good. Turn around. Let’s have a good look at you.”

four turned around on the spot.

“Very good indeed. Very little resistance and it looks excellent in the suit too. Number four. Kneel before your Master.”

four knelt, looking at the camera.

“Not bad. It needs a little training on correct posture but surprisingly good in such a short space of time.” There was a brief pause. “Alpha. I’ve made a decision. A little break from the routine admittedly. From this point in time until five is ready to take four’s place, it’s yours. Make good use of it, Alpha and train it well. Put it to work during the night cleaning, tidying, polishing. It can sleep during the day in its display case.”

“Sir, it took a year for suit number four to find an occupant! Are you sure you won’t want to take possession of it before five is filled?”

“You overstep your bounds, Alpha. I’ve made a decision. Do it.”

Alpha let out a yelp. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. I forgot myself for a moment, sir.”

“Well don’t let it happen again. Q out.” The Skype call ended.

Four looked at the laptop, beckoned for it.

Alpha sighed. “Go on then, what now.”

“That’s my owner?”

“Yes. That is your Master. As he’s mine.”

“But he called me it!”

“What better pronoun for an object? That’s what you are to him. A rubber object. Not a person, just a thing to use. None of you are distinguishable from each other bar the numbers on the backs of your heads. None of you have a voice. To him, a slave is a person, he has a face and an ability to express himself. You… don’t. Not there anyway. ”

“It sounds like hell! A hell I’ve been spared for now!”

“A better Master a slave couldn’t wish for. Just obey him and don’t question him.” Alpha winced again. “Not that you have the ability to question him. Thank him for small mercies there.”

“What happened there?”

“He shocked me. There’s more to this chastity than the prevention of the odd wank you know. Can’t exactly come over here and whip me whenever I do anything he disapproves of can he?”

“So, I’m now your slave? Until suit five is filled?”

“Looking like that, yes.”

“Then I’d like to beg you now.”

“Beg me?”

“The man who came in today. Who tried on the suit. Please, don’t do to him what you’ve done to me.”

“Why? What is he to you?”

“He was a friend, Sir. I say was because I know I’ll be unlikely to see him again unless he comes in here.”

“And why should I spare him?”

“He’s not gay, sir. He just likes rubber. He has a wife and two kids, sir!”

“Well. Looks like you’ve placed a rather large bargaining chip on the table doesn’t it four? I own you. You will do as I say or I’ll see to it that he does end up in number five permanently. It won’t matter to me then if you’re disobedient because you’ll be on your way to the Master. You will follow every order I give instantly unless bound and unable to do so. Understood?”

Four stared at Alpha in horror. What had he done? He’d just… Oh god. He wouldn’t! But he knew he would.

Utterly defeated, four’s head sank. He nodded. His fingers dancing on the keyboard. “Yes, Master. I’m yours. Utterly. Until Master Q claims me as his own, I’ll do anything you ask. Anything you command.”

“Good. Amazing what a bit of emotional blackmail can achieve isn’t it? It took number one over a month to accept his enslavement. This will hang over your head for the rest of your life, you understand. Whether here or at home with the Master, if Master Q ever reports a single incident of insubordination from you, you know what’ll happen?”

“I’m yours Sir. Totally and utterly and when it’s time, I’ll bow to him too, sir. Any single thing he commands. Anything to protect my friend, Sir.”

“Trust me four. It is a good life. I’ll make sure of that unless you cock up. Slaves never have to worry about making decisions. The final decision you ever made was the choice of words the day I cured your suit. “I never want out.” Now all you need to care about, ever, is doing what you’re told and doing it well. I don’t have bills or anything like that to worry about either. Master handles all that, I just do as he says. All choice, gone. And just because he’s ordered you to clean all night, doesn’t me we won’t get any fun.”

“So, I have to clean and tidy all night and then stand still all day?”

“The suit prevents an inch of movement, four. It also supports your weight. You’ll just have to learn to fall asleep in it while standing. You’ve done it before, you can make a habit of it but tonight, as a reward for your acceptance. I’ll let you sleep in the cage next to mine. Now, stand.”

Four stood. Alpha left the room and he was, as expected, immobile again.

A few minutes later, Alpha returned holding something. Something very familiar. He began to put it on four, easing his penis into the tube. Of course, the moment the metal blocked the light, the area became much more flexible making it possible to clip it in place and secure it with a padlock.

Alpha reached for the switch, the suit became mobile again and four tugged on it experimentally, walked over to the mirror, examined himself. If he’d had the capability to smile, he would’ve been smiling now. It looked awesome!

“One rule Master Q holds above all others. None of his slaves are permitted the pleasure of orgasm. Ever. When you’re immobile, I’ll take it off, but from now on, when you’re cleaning or in a cage free to move. It’s on. That’s how it will be from now until the day you die. Once you’re in his possession fully, it’ll probably never come off.”

Four rushed back over to the keyboard. “Never? To be kept on edge, horny as fuck for the rest of my life and never gain release?”

“What better way to keep a slave submissive? You’ll get used to it. It’s not like either of us have any choice in the matter. As I said, none of that any more. Come on, let’s get you caged for the night. It’s comfortable, don’t worry.”

“Before we do, I’ve just realised. Why the hell aren’t I drenched in sweat? Every other suit I ever wore I was pouring with it the moment it went on?”

“Graphine remember? It allows water vapour out. That means you need a daily clean with soapy water when you’re not having a more thorough clean to get rid of the salts of course. You’ll never drown in sweat in one of those suits.”

“Oh god, it gets better and better doesn’t it? Come on then, cage me up, Master.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Alpha gave him a genuinely affectionate smile and lead him to a smaller room at the back. A stack of cages, three high almost like bunk beds. Inside, mattresses and pillows.

“Once the door is closed from the inside it locks until the timer unlocks it. No way out unless a power cut releases the locks prematurely.”

Four pointed towards the wetroom.

“A piss? Very well. Before bed. Don’t worry about that.” he pointed at the blank metal plate now covering four’s groin, “You can piss out of it.”