2017-03-12 - spike - Oh god what a suit 8

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 8
Date: 12 March 2017

Number four listened. That’s all he could do right now but 10pm was marching steadily closer and it was nearly time for him to join in the fun.

His friend was now in the chair and being tubed up. Then that mechanical stilted voice again.

“I’m… I’ve.never.felt.anything.like.this.before.”

“Good isn’t it?”

“Oh.god.yeah..I.see.why.it.was.designed.for.permanent.wear.now.”

“And I could do it to you right now if you like.”

“What?”

“Make it permanent. You would get what you’ve always wanted. Always dreamed of. A Master, never to be free. Never to make another decision because all decisions from this point on would be your Master’s to make. Think of it for a few minutes. I’ll just go and shut up shop, it’s nearly ten.”

Alpha walked across to the counter, flicked something underneath and walked up to four, unlocking the cabinet and turning it off.

“Oh god I’m having fun with this one, four.”

Four nodded.

“Come on, it’s nearly your turn… you’d better get a full coverage suit from the back and put it on. Your job to complete the process after all.”

Four nodded and wandered to the array of catsuits while Alpha returned to the chair.

“So how about it? I’m not taking the piss you know. This is a genuine offer. A lifetime in that suit, never to be free again. Just a voiceless rubber object.”

“Oh.god.you’ve.got.no.idea.how.tempting.that.is..But.I’ve.got.a.life..I’ve.got.things.that.I’d.need.to.sort.out!”

“What like? Unless it’s an elderly relative that needs constant care or something serious like that, what difference would it make if you vanished right now? You’d be here. Your old life would be meaningless anyway because you’d never see it again.”

“Can.I.think.about.it.a.little.longer..It’s.a.big.decision.”

“Of course. We’re closed now too so you have the run of the shop if you’d like to walk around a little but next door we’ve got a mirrored wall you can check yourself out in.”

“You.have?.Count.me.in.on.that.at.least.”

Alpha led him to the other room “Just wait here for a while, I’ve got to finish up with stuff on the shop floor. I think you’ll probably be too busy admiring yourself to think about leaving that mirror for a while anyway.”

“Oh.god.that.looks.amazing!.I.look.amazing!.And the feel!”

“Believe me sir, it feels even better as it settles on your body. And if it becomes permanent, think on this… It’ll feel even better once you’ve had all your hair removed. Pure, bald skin and that suit on the top. Nothing will feel better than that. But that process only happens after everything else is made firm.”

He returned to four. “Right. You know where the switch is. Setting one. It needs to cure for half an hour.”

Four, now totally covered in two suits, the outer one protecting the inner, performed his thanking ritual, rushed to the outside of the room and flicked the switch.

Half an hour later, Alpha returned to the new, unwitting slave.

“So? How about it?”

“Oh.god…You.were.right…It’s.hugging.ever.single.bit.of.me.now…God… and.this.would.be.forever.”

“Until the day you die, yes.”

“Can.I.come.back.next.week?.I.really.need.to.think.about.it.”

“You’re not one of those time wasters are you?”

“What?.What.do.you.mean?”

“Have you ever had a 24/7 offer and turned it down at the last minute because you got cold feet?”

“No!.I.said.I’d.never.received.an.offer.”

“Well it seems to me that’s what you’re doing now.”

There was a pause. A long pause. “Do.it.”

four flicked the switch to setting two and the new slave froze to the spot. He entered the room, sealant gun in hand.

Alpha watched, supervised and told four exactly what to do and how much to pump in. Three bulbs to inflate with liquid rubber to make the tubing permanent, fill the gag, seal the goggles and gag to the suit, then, plug time. He lubed it up and sprayed the anaesthetic up his friend’s arse through the little hole in the suit he’d never even noticed when he’d spent all those weeks examining it.

“Now, number four, you need to cover that area in order for it to regain some flexibility, then shove with all your might, give it a couple of twists to make sure both sphincters are sealed around the base and then seal that baby shut.”

four did this, remembering the painless pop when it’d happened to him and then the agony of the following day.

He returned to the front and stood, admiring his new slave. He slid the nose plugs up the tube, picked up a pallet knife to trim them, sealed those together too, popped a cap on the mouth tube, walked out, turned off the normal lights, raised the fob and pushed the button, releasing the barbs that would forever seal the earplugs into his ear canals.

He and Alpha returned to the laptop.

“Oh my god that was fun. Best one yet.”

“You played him like a fiddle sir. I bet he would’ve never agreed to it if I’d tried.”

“You just need to know what buttons to push. Nearly time for a progress report. Looks like you’ve got a slave to do your chores for the next week, four. Master Q did say one week off cleaning duty per friend.”

“Oh god, so he did. Does that mean we’ll get to play?”

“Tomorrow, maybe. He may grant further privileges now we have a new slave to train, we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Ten minutes later, the laptop rang.

“Progress report, Alpha?”

“Couple of things tonight, sir. First, one of those policemen came back.”

“No trouble I hope?”

“No sir. He was the non bigoted one. He actually showed an interest sir, and when he put on a full leatherman uniform, oh my god he looked hot. I suppose you could call him a vanilla right now, utterly new to the fetish scene but I pointed to a few things he could try, clubs and so forth. I offered to take him up to the dungeon with your permission, sir. If he ever felt like experiencing a little bondage.”

“Permission will be granted, Alpha. Just call me if he’s ever ready for it and access rights will be set. It’ll be good to have a member of the police force on our side for a change.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“And the other thing?”

“We got one sir. He’s just standing rigid after having his plug inserted and his tubes made permanent.”

“Another trick one, Alpha?”

“If by trick you mean I talked him into talking himself into it, then yes, sir.”

“He agreed?”

“He said do it. We did it… Actually by the time he said do it, we’d already cured the suit, but he didn’t know that. As far as he’s concerned it was entirely his choice.”

“That is excellent. A willing slave from the start is much less trouble. Wouldn’t you agree number four.”

Alpha turned the laptop around and four nodded.

“Now, about you, number four… It’s no longer an appropriate designation to label you as an object. You’ve proven yourself too valuable for that and now have a slave of your own to train. Alpha, did a small box arrive with the deliveries today?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go and fetch it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Alpha handed the laptop to four and rushed over to the space behind the counter, returning with it.

“Got it sir.”

“Open it and follow the instructions, Alpha. Number four, I’m elevating you to the status of subhuman. That is the highest status you can ever achieve however but it does place you above all other objects. The contents of that box will mark you as superior to them. It also places you back into the realms of being a person in my eyes. You will be referred to as he from now on, not it. Also in the box is a small tablet. It has one app loaded and is not capable of more. It’s sole purpose is to give you a voice, number four. Carry it with you always apart from when you’re on mannequin duty. Alpha will keep it under the counter for you then.”

Alpha turned the laptop to point at four again as he performed his thank you.

“One final thing. As you have a new slave, access granted to the dungeon and the gym until he’s fully trained and ready for shipping. Q out.”

Alpha opened the box to reveal an almost transparent hood. The only thing that wasn’t transparent about it was the large golden number four on the back of the head. He read the instructions.

“That’s bloody clever. Put this on, align it correctly, stand in an immobilising light for a few hours and it’ll cure and bond to the hood beneath. Permanent addition to your suit, four. And one that denotes your new status. According to this even the join’ll be invisible if done correctly. We’ll do it now.”

Four nodded.

“We can’t do it in the mirror room right now, you’ll freeze before you get fully in there. Wet room I think. You’ll be there all night, four.”

Four nodded and held his thumbs up.

Alpha snorked. “I wasn’t asking for your approval, four.”

In the wet room, four stood facing the drain as Alpha placed the new hood on. It had the same elasticity as the suit before curing. He aligned all the holes exactly, pulled it down until it was perfectly snug, shifted it a few times as instructed by the sheet until there was no silver visible, then left the room, four froze to the spot and the lights went out.

Four suddenly felt his bladder empty. Oh god, that’s good. He’d almost forgotten he’d not had a piss all day. Unable to thank his Master for that consideration, he stood there and allowed his new badge of honour to permanently bond to his head.”

He awoke to a distant beep and clang. A few minutes later, the lights came on and Alpha appeared in front of him. He walked around him nodding his approval.

“It looks good on you, four. Gold rather than silver.”

He turned off the UV allowing four to move again and handed him the tablet.

“So how does it feel?”

“I can’t feel an” four looked at the tablet. The voice was far too high for his liking. There was a settings button, he pressed it. A number of options, depth, timbre, tone. He fiddled for a few minutes and tried again.

“I can’t feel any difference, sir. Oh god that’s a much better voice.”

“And it sounds a lot more natural than the one from the laptop too.”

“Yes, sir. Not least bit robotic. Might take a little fiddling to get it exactly right and to work out how to use it with slave ears though, sir.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can hear it sir. That means it must be broadcasting like your mic. Maybe it’s possible to isolate so I can include one slave’s ears but exclude another’s. I’ll have to have a bit of a fiddle sir. After all, today is Saturday. More of my friends might show up.”

“Very good point number four. Speaking of friends, let’s see how your current slave’s doing.”

Alpha went to fetch some rubber gloves and four’s suit again along with the laptop.

As four was putting the suit on, Alpha returned to the new slave, placed the gloves on his forearms as he had with four and placed the laptop before him.

“How are you feeling slave?”

“Agony.sir!..What.the.hell.is.happening.to.me?.My.arse!.My.throat!.I.can’t.move.an.inch.and.I’ve.been.dying.for.a.piss.all.night.”

“A little respect, slave. The suit needed time to cure. All that elasticity you used to get in through the mouth… Gone, it is now a permanent fixture, nothing can get it off. The butt plug causing you so much pain right now, also permanent as are the tubes down your throat and the earplugs now permanently embedded into your ear canals.”

“What!..”

“I told you it would be permanent last night.”

“Please..I’m.in.agony.sir”

“Yes.. That’s exactly what number four said. He’s the one who sealed you permanently into your suit last night the moment you said do it. The one who inflated your throat bulbs sealing the tubes and gag. Don’t worry, slave. The suit and its additions are permanent. The pain is not. But I’ve got some bad news for you.”

“What, sir?”

“There is more pain to come. You’re new to the suit. That means the cleaning solution used today will be ten times more concentrated than a normal weekly clean. It needs to strip off a lot more than a normal one. A lot of hair. A lot of dead skin and a lot of other crap you’ve accumulated. Ah, here’s number four now. I’ll allow him to continue. I’ll just hold the laptop.”

Four performed his thank you to Alpha and stood in front of his slave.

“Welcome to your new life. As most births are painful, this one is too. Can’t be helped. Trust me though. Even though the first couple of days were hell for me… I’m in heaven now. And soon, you will be too.”

“Why can’t I piss?”

“The suit’s full of surprises, slave. Actually, slave is inappropriate for one of your status. Your name until a new Master chooses one for you is blank.”

“Why blank?”

“I have a number and property marking on my suit, blank. That denotes permanent ownership, identity and status. My name is number four. There will be more blanks joining us most likely. Each will appear outwardly identical to the others. If I don’t mark you in some way such as by putting a collar on I’d never be able to tell you apart. You’ll be just blank suits to order about. And you’ll all share the same name. Blank.”

“I never”

“You’ve been searching for a Master for the past ten years. Stop whining for fuck’s sake. You found a place in the world as a slave just as you dreamed. I accepted it in the first three days once the pain had died down. I expected you to accept it instantly!”

“What? How? How do you know anything about me?”

Four shook his head. “I’ll explain later. I have orders to follow. My Master has given me strict instructions concerning you. Now… Damn, I wish this thing had an Arnie mode. Oh well, just imagine it’s said in an Arnie voice. Come with me if you want to piss.”

four left the room, flicked the UV switch off and walked to the wet room. He looked behind him to see his slave scurrying after him clutching his groin.

“No need to do that, slave. You only piss when I permit it. Every single bodily function is transferred to our control now courtesy of that suit. And this one in fact, even I can’t piss without Alpha’s consent.”

He arrived at the wet room with blank on his tail.

“Stand there.” four pointed at a point by the drain.

Blank did as he was told and just as Alpha had done with him, he held the fob up to his face and pressed the button.

As the piss started to flow, he held the laptop up to his friend again.

“Ahhhh god. And you can’t piss either?”

“Of course not. My suit is identical to yours apart from a number on the back of the head and a legend on the chest.”

“But… that’s not what your wearing!”

“Underneath it is. I would’ve been frozen to the spot just as you were if I’d walked in without protection. UV light. It freezes this material solid. But as you can see by the fact your moving, it’s instantly flexible once the lights are off.”

“Bloody hell. Talk about ultimate bondage or what!”

“You don’t know the half of it. Oh god, I’d been looking forward to signalling my Master when you walked past me for days.”

“Past you? When?”

“Pay attention, slave. You didn’t just walk past me. You walked around me five times yesterday night. Display case?”

“Fuck! You… You were in that? I thought it was a dummy!”

“Twelve hours a day, every day except Sundays, slave.”

“How the hell do you survive that?”

“I slept. Getting quite good at sleeping standing up. The suit’s solid, remember. But I love this life now. There’s so much more to it. You’ll see, once you’ve completed your processing and spent a day in the cage to recover. Now. Stand up straight. Head facing forward. Feet a foot apart. Arms by your side.”

Blank followed the instructions instantly.

“Stay. Oh, and you’ll want to clamp your eyes shut. Hair removal will make them sting to high heaven.”

Four left the room and turned the lights back on.

With Alpha’s instruction, everything was connected up in no time and the cleaning commenced. Then he plugged on the funnel and fed his slave the glycol mix that’d caused his guts to leap somersaults last week. The butt plug was a surprise to four. The core was not only removable, but it required a key to unlock it. Once it was pulled out, Alpha took it into the other room and plugged a usb cable into a socket in the middle.

“God that’s devious.”

Alpha smiled. “Yep, that’s how it keeps charged. And you get a flush out daily. It’ll never run down.”

“What about yours, sir?”

“Mine, I have to keep charged myself.”

“And you do that?”

“If I don’t, when it gets down to twenty percent, it shocks me incessantly until I do. I let it get down that low once. Never again. My charger’s behind the counter. Plug it in when I’m working.”

“I think I’m getting to like Master Q. He’s a clever bugger isn’t he?”

“He’s a genius, four. Not to mention incredibly wealthy. Couldn’t ship slaves around the globe like this on a worker’s salary.”

four nodded.

An hour passed and Alpha gave four a nudge. “It’s time.”

four nodded, walked up facing blank and began typing on his tablet again.

“It’s time now. Master Q ordered me to wait until this moment to reveal all. It was my idea to capture you, blank. Not just you either, but a few more of my friends. I know you’re suffering intensely now, but trust me. I’ve done you a massive favour. Three days it took me to love this life after my capture. Three days to fully accept my enslavement and I had to share it with my friends. You were the first to come into the shop.

I know you’re confused right now. My name now is number four, but I used to be Dan Simmons. We’ll talk properly once the cycle is complete. The pain you’re experiencing now is the cleaning solution dissolving your hair and the top layer of your skin, your finger and toenails and any bugs in there. Bacteria, viruses, fungi. You’re in a sealed environment now. Trust me, the second full cleaning I had yesterday was just a tingle and my god… If you thought the suit felt awesome before… just wait an hour. Once the cycle is complete, it’ll feel ten times better on your new hairless skin.”

four rejoined Alpha.

“You do have one final unpleasantness to do, remember.”

“Oh god. I’d… Yes, Master. I’ll ask him to get the milk off the doorstep. Can that wait until tomorrow, sir?”

“In my opinion, better to get it all out of the way at once rather than prolong the agony, four. Do it.”

“Yes, sir.”