2017-03-12 - spike - Oh god what a suit 7

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 7
Date: 12 March 2017

Four put his all into the work assigned to him the next night and it took all night to do it. Polish every single piece of rubber clothing in the shop, from jock strap to full coverage catsuit, apart from number five. That didn’t need a polish, it’s sheen was permanent as was his.

Just before the cage unlocked the next morning, four knelt in front of it.

Alpha leapt down, got a rubber t-shirt and pair of leather trousers out of the cupboard by the cages and dressed for the day.

“Thank god I don’t need to wear a shirt and tie. Much happier with Master’s choice of wardrobe.” he looked down at four. “Yes, he chooses what I wear every day too. And he knows. The entire shop has CCTV and not just to catch shoplifters. Stand. It’s time to get you fed and watered.”

Then training, wash’n’flush and back to the cabinet. He was so tired after all the work and training, by 10:30 he was fast asleep.

He awoke with a start. Tried to look around, realised he couldn’t and then realised where he was. Waking in the standing position was certainly a new experience but he felt good. It had actually been a good sleep. He looked at the clock. He’d almost had eight hours.

The mic clicked.

“Are you alright, four? Your light kept flashing randomly during the day.”

He tapped his toe once.

“Ahhh… Fell asleep did you?”

One tap.

“How long?”

Seven taps, a pause, another tap.

“Seven hours?”

Two taps.

“Seven and a half?”

A tap.

“Bet it was a shock waking up like that.”

A tap.

“You’ll get used to it. Just in time for the end of the normal vanilla work day though. Is this when most of your friends finish?”

A tap.

“Good. Keep your eyes open. Any of them work near here?”

“A tap.”

“How many?”

“A tap.”

“The rest need to travel a while?”

“A tap.”

”That means they might wait until the weekend?”

“A tap.”

“And the friend who works nearby? Anything special?”

“A tap.”

“Damn. I’m going to have to teach you Morse code at this rate. Wish there was a way to let me know.”

“Five taps.”

“Let’s see, one for yes, two for no, three for a friend, five for the one who wants a Master? The one who wants to be a slave?”

A tap.

“I suppose we should make a rhyme of it. How does

One for yes,
Two for no,
Three for a friend and
Four for a foe.
Five for the one who wants to be a slave… Doesn’t quite scan, does it?”

A tap, a long pause and another two taps.

“Yes, you like it, but no it doesn’t scan?”

A tap.

“It’s good to have someone to talk to when it’s quiet. We could even have a game of twenty questions.”

A tap.

“Well, it won’t work with you guessing. Is it an animal?”

Two taps.
The game continued for the rest of the night whenever there weren’t any customers about. Then, at 9pm, a man walked in. Hoody up, dark glasses and a scarf wrapped around the his mouth and nose.

The moment he got to the counter, he began unwrapping himself.

It was the policeman. The non-bigoted one.

The mic clicked.

“Good grief. I never expected to see you here out of uniform, sir. I take it seeing the place awakened something in you then?”

He laughed. “You could say that. I admit I’m curious.”

“And judging by the getup, you don’t want to be recognised coming here?”

“With a fuckwit of a partner like mine, can you blame me?”

“Fully understand sir. So how can I help?”

“I want to learn more about what’s on offer here. Some of it seems quite… appealing.”

“This shop contains everything a fetishist could dream of and a few he probably hasn’t even imagined sir.”

“Yes, but…”

“Ah. Well, over on the racks on that side, rubber, sir. A simple jock strap to a full coverage catsuit and everything in between. That side, uniforms from many militaries. And that includes their underwear up too. Hazmat and NBC kit over there and over there, leather. with an added rack of harnesses and restraints.”

“Restraints?”

“For bondage, sir. Hoods, masks, bondage suits, strait jackets, the lot sir.”

“Good god, I had no idea!”

“You’re totally new to the fetish scene aren’t you sir?”

“Yes. I’ve seen things obviously, being a policeman but I’d got no idea where they got it from or what half of it was even used for.”

“There are many areas of fetish sir. Not all of us are into everything. Here, take this.”

Alpha placed a pamphlet on the counter top.

“What’s this hanky code then?”

“When people go clubbing, especially to fetish clubs, they can indicate their preferences by wearing handkerchiefs in their back trouser pockets. Whether they like giving or receiving depends on which side they put it in, sir.”

The copper leafed through, gasping at some, then he got to…

“Oh my god, that’s disgusting. Oh, god I’m sounding like Pete now too, but really?”

“Brown sir?”

“Yellow.” He leafed through to brown. “Oh god, that’s even worse! People do that?”

“Yellow’s quite common, sir. Urine is quite sterile unless the person’s got an infection so it’s normally safe. It’s seen by many as a means of submission. Accepting another man as a dominant, a superior. Brown’s rarer admittedly. But it’s common enough for there to be a code for it.”

“It was the submission side I was curious about. But now?”

“You don’t need to do everything on the list, sir. Most people have limits. A list of dos and don’ts and not in a million yearses, sir.”

The policeman breathed a sigh of relief. “Could I try something?”

“Of course, sir. Always happy to encourage someone’s kinky side. It’s good for business sir. Feel free to look around.”

God, four wanted to see what he was getting up to back there, but he only had a view of the area around the counter. He sniggered to himself though.

It took a while, but the policeman reappeared carrying an armful of leather. “Too much?”

“Of course not, sir. The more the merrier, you won’t get the full feel for it if you’re not fully dressed, sir.”

He ran off to the changing room with a grin.

“Four. That jockstrap will need a clean before it’s put back on display. Do it tonight. It’s leather polishing tonight anyway.”

One tap.

What emerged was a leather god. Four boggled as he walked past. God he was hot.

One tap. A long pause. One tap.

Alpha smirked. “God that’s a good look for you, sir. I know it might be an imposition, but… Are you gay?”

“Yes, not that I’ve been free to do much with Mary Whitehouse as a fucking partner.”

“Well, I’ll say this sir. Seeing you like that, I’d have you up in my dungeon and strapped to the St Andrews cross in five minutes if I lacked self control. My god it looks good on you.”

“Dungeon? Here? It’s not just a shop then?”

“It’s upstairs, sir. For personal use, not part of the shop, sir. So, never mind how it looks. How does it feel?”

“Bloody hell, that’s all I can say. I’m fucking thirty five years old!”

“Hardly passed your prime, Sir.”

He sighed. “I know. But, seventeen years, wasted! I could’ve been having a whale of a time!”

“So, interested in buying the lot, sir?”

“Oh god, you’ve got no idea how tempting that is. But what would be the point, just to wear it around the house?”

“Oh, there’s more to life than that, sir. Take these.”

“What now?”

“There are a fair number of fetish clubs around the city, sir. Many of them have newbie nights. You don’t even need to dress up for those but that’s the place to go if you want people worshipping the floor you’ve just walked on, and you’ll get a lot of that looking like that. I’ll not lie sir. You look amazing.”

“I don’t think I’m quite at the stage for buying this lot yet. I’ll buy the shirt and jock strap for now. I could enjoy those just around the house. But thanks for these. I’ll definitely check out these clubs.”

“Glad to help, sir.”

He wandered around, staring at himself in the mirror by the display case. He glanced at it, then stared, walking around it in awe, all the time four’s cock was in agony as it tried to stiffen in the prison of the suit.

He went back to change eventually and carried a smaller leather bundle back to where he’d got it, returned to the counter and bought the shirt and jock.

“Expect me around a lot. There’s so much to try!”

“Indeed there is sir. And there’s more to fetish than just the outfits. I’ll need to ask permission of my Master but”

“Master?”

“Yes, sir. I’m a slave.”

“But, that’s illegal isn’t it?”

“Only if the slavery is unwilling, sir. I signed my life away to my Master years ago. Since then he’s controlled every aspect of my life.”

“Good god!”


“I know the fetish scene’s quite new to you, sir. But some of us do go for the extremes. I’ve never been happier, believe me. Anyway, as I was saying, I’ll have to ask my Master for permission, but you could sample a little bondage upstairs sometime. It’d need to be after hours though. Possibly on a Sunday if you can spare the time.”

“I’m… not quite ready for that yet, but I’ll be sure to bear it in mind. All I can say is, thanks! I’ll see you in a few days. God, it’s a revelation isn’t it?”

He left with a very wide grin.

“God that was hot.”

A very long tap.

“I bet that suit got uncomfortable with him standing in front of you, four.”

An even longer tap.

That night, Master Q verified that his suicide note was genuine, Alpha printed it out and four signed and dated it as instructed. Two days from then.

Over the next couple of days, four got into the routine. Leather polishing that night, general cleaning for the shop, warehouse and upstairs the next.

Then, Friday dawned.

He stood there again after gym, it was a shorter session this time for some reason. The pipes were clicked into place and his suit began to fill.

It felt different this time. There was a distinct tingle. Then he remembered, once a week. He’d been here a week? It felt like so much longer. He’d changed so much he was a completely different person now.

He stood there for an hour while the solution did its work, then the balm for another while and finally a few flushes out and a dry. He didn’t even care what was going on behind anymore, he was getting so used to it.

The suit released and he immediately walked to his display case, closed the door and took the stance.

Alpha kicked the on switch and took up his post behind the counter.

Nothing of note at all, just customers, the odd delivery, one even a supermarket delivery, and more customers. Then a newspaper was delivered. Alpha read through it curiously, he rushed over to the case during a lull and held it up against the glass.

“Mystery benefactor commits suicide.

Yesterday, a man walked into the local Oxfam shop dropping off a bag. The assistants were stunned by what it contained and one tried running after him in case he’d made a mistake but were unable to find him. The clothing he was wearing however, or clothing matching the description was found the next morning.

A dog walker who wishes to remain anonymous witnessed a naked man jumping off beachy head. On the ground just before the clliff edge, neatly folded clothing and a wallet containing a suicide note.

The unnamed dog walker did have this to say to reporters however.

“You hear about this kind of thing all the time around here, but it’s the first time I’ve seen it! It was truly shocking. He was just taking off his underpants when I spotted him, then the next minute, he was gone!”

A body has yet to be recovered and police are not releasing the name of the victim until the family has been informed.

Police have informed us that the office manager at the victim’s place of work is however now under investigation. His conduct appears to be a contributing factor to the suicide.

The patrons of the Oxfam shop in question had this to say.

“Even though it’s clear this was the man’s final wish, we will be contacting the family to ask if they wish for the return of the money. It was well over five thousand pounds.”

Alpha looked at his slave in admiration. “You’re dead, four. Happy?”

One tap.

Nothing more happened apart from the usual until 9pm, when four’s friend walked in. He wandered around for ten minutes and then stood before four.

Five taps.

Alpha left his post behind the counter.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Bloody hell, that looks hot.”

“Yes, sir. Rather unique model too.”

“What’s that four on the back?”

“The Master who owns it, already has three slaves. When he takes on a new one, he’ll go into that suit, sir.”

“Oh, my god, what a jammy bastard he’ll be.”

“You find the idea of being owned appealing then?”

“It’s been a dream for years. But you know how it is, ten times more slaves than there are Masters out there. It’s impossible to find one willing to take you on fully.”

“So full 24/7?”

“Life, I’d go for. Sod weekend warriors, even weeks or months isn’t enough.” He sighed. “But none of that for me.”

“I don’t know about that, sir. Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places. You’re hardly what I’d call unattractive, sir and in a suit like that no-one would ever see your face again anyway.”

“Really? Those things can be worn permanently?”

“That’s what it was initially designed for, yes. I have one in the back if you’d like to try it on.”

“Bloody hell! Would I?”

“I’ll just go and get it.” He walked into the back well out of earshot. “Hook, line and sinker, four. We’ve got him.”