2017-03-22 - spike - Oh god what a suit 14

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 14
Date: 22 March 2017

Gaz Richards entered the fetish shop and stared. God, it was better than most of the other ones he’d been in by miles. Why had he never come here before? Especially after Dan had gone on about it so much.

Then he saw the display case. He stared at it.

“God… Is that…”

“No, sir. That one.”

The man behind the counter had a pleasant enough smile. He was wearing a leather shirt and trousers and pointing towards a display case at the other end of the counter. At its base, two white carnations.

“Ah, shit! I’ve not missed them have I?”

“More than that. I’m sorry, sir. They had to run out in a mad panic at quarter past or they would’ve missed their train. I’m afraid you have.” He pointed at the clock on the wall.

It said twelve thirty two.

“Shit!” He checked his phone in a panic. “But it’s only just gone twelve!”

“It’s been a problem for weeks around here sir. I think there’s a mobile phone tower sending out faulty time signals or something. But it only affects one company.”

He placed his phone on the counter top. “If anything, the wall clock’s a little slow, sir. When’s the next train? Maybe you can still get there in time.”

“Shitting hell! There’s a limited service this weekend. Next train’s not for another ninety minutes or so! I’ll never get there in time.” He sighed. “There’s no point in even going now!”

The man walked around the counter, put an arm on his shoulder and sat him down on the bench in the middle of the boot section. “Oh, well. Tell you what if it’ll cheer you up.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, you’re here now. You might as well get something out of a wasted journey.”

“Try stuff on?”

“Well you do have all afternoon now, sir. I was thinking of try something specific on.” he nodded towards four.

“Well, he never stopped going on about it.”

“I can tell you the secret, sir.”

“How to get it on you mean?”

“Yes, sir. And trust me. You’ll never look back after trying that on. It’ll change the way you think about rubber forever.”

“You’re right. I do have all afternoon.”

“I’ll go and get the suit sir. Then get the rest. And to make things even better, I could put you in the bondage chair in the back for a couple of hours if you like.”

The man ran to the back of the shop through a door marked “Staff only” and returned holding it. He handed it over.

It was silky smooth without even the slightest bit of clamminess to it. It felt amazing.

“When you do put it on, sir. Put it on naked. You won’t get the best out of it otherwise. Think of that caressing every inch of your skin. Even between the toes.”

Then his hand brushed against the sheath. He felt it. “Catheter? Really?”

“Not quite, but it does go about four inches down sir. It goes in very easy and it’s painless. Allows you to pee. I know of people who’ve spent weeks in a suit like that with no need to take it off.

“How? They must’ve reeked to high heaven.”

“The suit’s designed for long term wear, sir. It’s not made of rubber. It breaths. Sweat just wicked off and evaporates. And look at the feet and head.”

He began to smile again. “Head tube? For cleaning? Oh god. I’ll put it on now!”

“And as you have all afternoon, sir. I’ll get the rest.”
* * * * *
“Thanks four. You just saved me a hell of a lot of trouble with that one. He’s curing now. I’ll just see how the first one’s getting on with its cleaning cycle.”

“What.the.hell.is.happening..This.stuff..It.hurts!.Make.it.stop!.And.my.arse.why.are.you.”

“The cleaning process has to be quite thorough, slave. But don’t worry. That part of the cycle is nearly at an end. You can feel it draining away. Trust me, you’d’ve never opened your eyes before now would you? The next is a pain relieving balm and it really does cancel out the burning very well. Then the suit is flushed with soapy, then clear, then dried and trust me. You will never feel a suit like this again in your life.”

“What did you mean? Permanent?”

“Sorry, I suppose I did misphrase that. I should’ve said you’ll never feel any other suit in your life. Yes, slave. It’s permanent. Absolutely no way of getting any of that off now. We got you good and proper and we’ll train you to be a good slave before we ship you to my Master.”

“I’m not a fucking slave! I hardly ever subbed! If anything I’m a switch!”

“Not any more.”

“I don’t want to be a slave.”

“A slave has only one want. All others are irrelevant and are treated as such by a good Master. A good slave wants to serve. To please. And that’s what you will do by the end of your training. And you’ll want it. You’ll learn nothing else you want matters.”

“Get me out!”

“Trust me. You’ll be amazed at some of the properties contained within that suit. You’ll be a slave all right. The suit will see to that. You have no choice in the matter. Slaves never get a choice in anything and I should know.”

The assistant dropped his trousers. “Five years. Never off. And never will be. I am slave Alpha. Property of Master Q. The two slaves in the shop are also property of Master Q. And now, slave. So are you. But for the purposes of your training here, I and number four are your Masters, as I’m his. Slave six volunteered eagerly for this life. Four did not. I took him in the same way I took you and now he never wants to leave. He loves it. And once the pain’s gone, you will too.”

“Look, Just let me go! Please! I’ve got important things to take care of not to mention the funeral!”

“The funeral’s pretty much a pointless exercise anyway. So why go?”

“What? He was a friend!”

“Oh, you’ll find out. But no. I can’t let you go. Even if the suit were removable which it isn’t, you know too much. Fortunately, you’ll never speak again.”

And with that, Alpha ripped off the rubber gloves forcing the arms back down as he did so and walked out of the room.
* * * * *
Processing Gaz sounded pretty much like the rest to four. They all made the same complaints, all whined about the pain and not wanting to be a slave. Pretty much just how he’d reacted when he went through it.

Then that sound again. Master Q’s voice answering.

“Alpha? How many?”

“Three sir. All bound for the funeral and four saved me a hell of a lot of trouble with the last one.”

“How? He’s still on display isn’t he?”

“He managed direct my attention to the clock, sir. Set it forward half an hour. Do the same with the shop mobile phone and explain it away as a fault in a phone tower. And he fell for it, believing he’d missed his train. He’s curing now, sir.”

“I wonder if there’s anything higher ranking than gold, I could place on him. No, subhuman is high enough. I’ll have to reward him in other ways. And their reaction?”

“One is going through the cleaning now, the other’s currently residing in one of the spare display cases. I suppose we should use mid-alphabet letters for their tags, sir. If one of them is blank A, he might think he’s the first and work out who his friends are. As for reaction, the usual sir. I don’t want to be a slave. The pain, make it stop. Etc.”

“To be expected. Their pain will be at its height within about six hours, Alpha but it won’t diminish significantly by the time four and six are out. You know what needs to be done. As for the letters, good thought. And not just mid-alphabet, but non-consecutive. Allow them to believe others have been taken between them and moved on elsewhere. They may come to the conclusion they were taken weeks apart.”

“Yes, sir. Four heard that too. At this moment only four can hear the laptop.”

“Ah yes. Speaking of that. Fetch a pair of earplugs, Alpha. Write for Alpha only on that packet, take one out, put the packet back and put it in. You may choose which ear.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Done sir. Might I ask why?”

There was a yelp and a “Fucking hell! Sir?”

“The earplug is now a permanent part of you, Alpha. That one will hear everything four says on his tablet. Everything. And four will not be authorised to block you. Just in case he says anything inappropriate.”

“Yes, sir. I never realised it was so painful.”

“Only briefly so. Compared to their arse pain, it’s a mere flicker.”

Four would’ve nodded in agreement if he was capable. It was only right that Alpha hear everything he said and he couldn’t be in two places at once. The shop still needed to be run after all and with four slaves now, he would’ve been running around like a mad thing trying to keep up.

“Sir, now we have three new slaves, slaves we don’t want to introduce to each other until their pain has subsided so there are no hints they were all taken on the same day, would it be possible to shut the shop on Tuesday, make it like a second Sunday? Their pain will be gone by then and we can treat them just as we treated six.”

“I think that’s appropriate, Alpha. You will assess each of them then. At the end of the day if none are feeling any pain, you will issue them with their tags and gather them together after their assessment. I think I may make a further modification to four’s app. Allow him to name them, tag, old name and suit ID, then the tags will no longer be required and the slaves themselves won’t be able to tell one another apart.”

four would’ve smiled at this. That was very clever. and four had another idea too. Something to throw them off further. He would say one thing to one slave, allowing the other two to hear a different version so each thought the others had been there longer. By Tuesday, they would all be sharing cages. Six could share with one of them. The other two could share the top cage. He and Alpha the middle. He was beginning to look forward to training them.
* * * * *
It was ten again now. Alpha released the two sentinels and four began to make his rounds with six holding the laptop but forbidden from using it.

Four looked at his friend through the bars of the cage and handed him the laptop. “How are you feeling?”

“How the fuck do you think I’m feeling?”

“Sir.”

“What?”

“You are a slave now. I’ve been assigned as your Master. Sir. Say it. The more you say it the more you’ll get used to it.”

“Sir.”

“Better. I know exactly how you’re feeling. I went through the same thing when they caught me two weeks ago. He wasn’t lying about the suit, it’s the most exquisite rubber bondage item ever created. After three days once the pain had gone, I never wanted out.”

“Two weeks? Like this?”

“Rest of our lives, like this. Now I’ve got some news you may like. And news you might hate me for. I’ll start with the latter. It’s my fault you’re in this situation. It was my idea to capture you.”

“Why? Who are you to do this to anyone?! Let alone a complete stranger?”

“I said I never wanted out, Steve, and I meant it. I love this life now. How could I not want to share it with my friends. Trust me. When the pain is gone there’s stuff about these suits that can have you writhing around on the floor in ecstasy. There’s also more to this shop than meets the eye too. The dungeon upstairs is amazing. We play in there regularly and you will too. There’s also a fully fitted out gym to keep this slave meat in tip top condition!”

“How did you know my name?”

“That one’s simple. When did Dan vanish?”

“Last people who saw him said he was jumping off beachy head.”

“And before that?”

“com… Fucking hell! Oh god. Dan! It’s you?”

“It’s me. But call me sir or Master. And my name is number four now. Dan is dead.”

“How the hell are you here?”

“You know how much I was perving over this suit for the past month. I found out how to get in it. Alpha knocked on the cubicle asking if I wanted to try the rest… Well you know how that played out. Trust me. Please. Once the pain’s gone you’ll love it. I found things out about myself in the past two weeks I would’ve never believed before I came here. All I ask for now is give it a chance. It’s not like you have any choice in the matter and trust me again, you do not want to resist like I did at the start.”

“Fuck, what did he do to you?”

“Saturday, ten in the morning. Ordered me into the cabinet for my first stint as a shop dummy. I refused to move. I’d rather not say exactly what. Let’s just say it wasn’t pleasant and he can do it by remote control, leave it at that, shall we? But that was only the start. Jim came in. Walked around me staring and then ran off and put suit five on.”

“Shit! But he’s got kids! Why isn’t he here then?”

“How do you know he isn’t? Haha. No, he’s not. Lunch break, thank god. Alpha tried tempting him with the rest though but he didn’t have time. That’s when Alpha really got his hooks into me. I begged him not to do to Jim what he’d done to me. He had his bargaining chip then. Jim’s been in since and tried the full monty. Really funny, didn’t suit him one bit. But the offer to try it on whenever he wants is on the table. You know what that means.”

“You don’t do as you’re told, he gets it?”

“Yeah. No need for that threat anymore though thank god. I’m willing now. Have been since that Sunday. I found out about myself that day. God did I find out. He whipped me and I loved it. Then I asked him to throw everything he had at me. Three hours in that dungeon finding out what I liked and hated. And I loved a lot of it. Realised then, I never wanted to leave. But anyway, don’t resist, some of the things in that getup are not pleasant.”

“Thanks for the warning at least. So what do you do? When you’re not posing as a shop dummy?”

“Mainly clean, polish, stuff like that. But that’s just the work. The play is what makes this life worth living. Even mannequin duty can be fun.”

“So who was the other one? The one with six on the back?”

“No idea. But then. There’s another two blanks like you too. No idea who they are either. I couldn’t even put a face on them. Six though. He didn’t get trapped like us. He’d always wanted to be a slave. He volunteered for this. That’s why he has a number.”

“But you didn’t volunteer.”

“No. But back then this one was the one on display. Hence I have a name. I’m sorry, but your name will only be blank for now. Same as the other two. It’s best if you forget about your old life. Trust me again on this, there’s no way out. Even the front door’s protected with the most excruciating punishment available. It had six sobbing for hours after he was ordered to pop out to get the milk.”

“Who would be stupid enough to do that?”

“I would. It was necessary.”

“Why?”

“Because during the night Alpha and me are in time locked cages and allowing a new slave the run of the shop without experiencing the consequences of trying to get to the front door would’ve killed him. The suit freezes in there. No way out. Then the punishment begins. You need to be dragged out and with us in cages… I think you get the idea.”

“Bloody hell, that’s”

“I know. I went through the same thing. It was worse for six. His plug hadn’t stopped hurting when he did it. And it’s the plug that causes the pain. Every slave has to go through it. Even you. Just to show you never to try it again. But it’s easier now. I’ll not explain how but once your arse has settled, I want you to prepare. It really is bad, but you recover quickly enough.”

“Fuck! But OK. I’ll trust you on this.”

“Almost forgot to ask… Apart from the plug and the tubes, how does the actual suit feel?”

“Now you mention it… Now I actually think about that rather than my arse… Oh bloody hell, how!?”

“Special material. And when I said it can never come off… It’s pretty much indestructible too.”

“Now I feel amazing about the suit I might actually start coming ‘round to your way of thinking.”

“Well your cock certainly was.”

“What?”

“My cock’s almost bursting out of my sheath? You certainly got excited about the idea of a life in the suit. And you did say you’d almost be tempted if there wasn’t a funeral. I’m alive. And now you are in it for life.”

“How the hell did you hear that?”

“It’s all any of us will ever hear again. Earplugs remember. That pain you felt permanently sealed them in too. Now all you can hear is this tablet, the laptop and people within earshot of Alpha or someone else with a microphone like his. And as it’s radio, you’ll hear it anywhere in the building, upstairs or down. I suppose there must be something in the rec room too cos I heard the porno I watched last week.”

“His Master’s voice or what?”

“Indeed. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow’s Sunday and we play on a Sunday, though you might not feel up to much. I’ll ask Master Q to grant you time in the rec room. There’s a TV in there along with a games console and radio. If you’re up for it there’s also the gym and dungeon but with your arse not settled yet, that might be too much for you.”

Next was the one he thought would be the most trouble. Being forced into the chair before being forced into permanent bondage… He did have a couple of buttons to push with that one though.