2017-03-31 - spike - Oh god what a suit 25

Author: spike
Title: Oh, god, what a suit! 25
Date: 31 March 2017

The twins left a few hours later.

Still a few more to go though before the end of work.

It was seven when leather god Ben turned up. He was looking a little nervous again.

“OK, out with it, what is it this time?” Alpha smirked.

“I’m thinking of booking a couple of weeks off. I’ve got enough holidays accrued.”

“Going anywhere nice?”

“Actually… I was thinking…”

“What?”

Ben gulped and sank to he knees. “Sir. I’ve been thinking about this since we had that first bondage session. All that talk of slavery. I want to give it a try, sir. I’d like to try it, fully for a couple of weeks. Please, sir, can I give myself to you for those two weeks? Be your slave?”

Alpha stared at him. “God, that came along quicker than I was expecting. When’s your holiday booked for?”

“It’s not booked yet, but you need a month’s notice.”

“Well, I’ll certainly get back to you on a date. From now on, you’re mine on a Sunday. Utterly. How does that sound?”

“Oh god, work my way up? Perfect, sir.”

“Be here tomorrow at two. Don’t expect to be released from your service to me until six in the morning from now on. You can sleep in the cage in the dungeon.” Alpha walked out from behind the counter and led him into one of the aisles, right in front of Mansfield. “Now. On your knees, slave. Make your promise to me in as humble and submissive way as you can.”

“Sir, I beg you to allow me the honour of becoming your property. I promise to obey you completely, sir. To be your willing slave. You will control me fully. At first just on Sundays, then for the whole two weeks of my holiday and hopefully, eventually, forever, sir.”

“I retain control of your cock from now on too remember, whether here or not. How would you also like me to control every other aspect your your life during the week when not working?”

“What like, sir?”

“What you eat, when you eat, what you wear. For a start anyway. You’ll ask for my permission on any choices you have, whether it’s what to watch on the telly, going to the pub with friends or going out on the town to those fetish clubs and when you do that, I’ll tell you what to wear there too.”

Ben bent and kissed his Master’s boots. “I agree Sir, fully. Anything you wish.”

“Good. Now stand up and give us a kiss. Oh god, you’ve no idea how happy you’ve made me today.”

Ben grinned, leapt to his feet and gave Alpha a kiss even more passionate than the one he’d given him that first time.

This time, it was Alpha who almost melted into his arms.

It took him a few minutes to recover enough to ask the next question.

“Do you think you could do it? Fully commit to a life of slavery? Quit the police? And remember, my property is automatically the property of my Master which means you also would belong to him.”

“It is a huge step, sir. I’ll reserve that answer until I’ve experienced a little of it, sir. After the two weeks, sir.”

“I’ll tell you now, my Master likes you. He may choose, if you do decide to commit fully, to summon you to his side and he does live in a different country. You’d never see any of your old life again, everything about it, gone, once you’re owned completely.”

“Oh god, that’s hot. But I would see you again?”

“Eventually, but my Master chooses everything about my life already. How long he decides to keep this shop open, how long before I’m summoned to him, only he knows.”

Ben smiled, a genuine smile of pure joy. “I’ll see you tomorrow at two, sir. And I’ll email you about anything I think I have a choice over, sir.”

“Good. Do that.”

He ran out of the shop.

Alpha smiled too, one of pure contentment. “Oh god, he’s good.” Then he turned to Mansfield. “And why shouldn’t he be himself? Keeping himself bottled up to please idiots like you nearly ruined his life forever. If he’d never come in here he would’ve probably ended up the same as you. Miserable, resentful, probably not even knowing why. And why shouldn’t we be happy just cos you have archaic ideals? Well, you’ll find out what being a pervert is by the time we’ve done with you.”
* * * * *
“So, two more slaves heading my way? Expect a delivery tonight when you’re in your cages. All, confined to cages tonight, no work. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. More cages, sir?”

“Yes. But not only cages. A few alterations and four’s idea, a way to put the mannequins into costumes and still remain frozen had my boffins scratching their heads for weeks. One of them finally came up with something that works. Not a chemical to lock the suit. Tampering with it at a molecular level is far too risky. You’ll find a case containing ten suits made of a fine mesh. Worn under clothing and plugged into sockets that will be added to the display cases, the mesh will simply emit UV under the clothing. I liked that idea. Now it comes true. Note. One will be in Mary’s size. He will put it on and you will force him to wear something utterly humiliating.”

Four’s fingers danced again. “Oh, god, this should be good, sir. Rubber maid’s outfit perhaps, sir?”

“Sounds good, to me, four. So, tell me about the twins.”

Alpha smiled. “The one I got to agree to slavery first was the one who showed fear and hesitation about the idea of being permanently sealed, sir. You can thank six for pointing them out and four for advising on how to deal with them. He managed to get the message across that they needed to be separated, sir.”

“Why did the one who showed fear agree first?”

“First of all, they’ve been competing to be more outrageous for years. The moment his brother said he found the idea of being sealed away permanently hot, he suggested it straight away, requested permanent slavery. His brother tried outdoing him but he’d beaten him on that point. Pulling him to one side out of earshot of his brother got the full story.”

“And that is?”

“Four highlighted that one of them was… Broken, sir.”

Four nodded. “I knew them better than six, sir. I knew one of them had problems. I don’t know what causes it. Could be another symptom of the constant competition to outdo each other, but he’d been in hospital for cutting himself. Also got arrested for possession and really overdid it with various drugs a few times.”

Alpha continued. “When he was pulled to one side, he admitted he was getting tired. The constant quest to outdo each other was just something to distract his brother from doing anything more fucked up. So, I suggested to him that slavery might be the answer. He’d never be able to cut himself in one of our suits. Never have access to drugs. Never be able to do anything… well… Fucked up, sir. Being a slave for the next fifty or more years. Then it started to appeal to him. Especially when he found he wouldn’t even be able to recognise his brother under the suit. He finds being separated from him incredibly appealing, sir.”

“Yes, some of the things he wrote did appear quite worrying. And I take it there’s no chance of taking them separately?”

“No, sir. Both know about us now. Both or neither, sir.”

“Very well, they produced enough for a thorough background check to fly through. Take them. Now for the big breakthrough. Tell me, Alpha.”

“He submitted to me, sir. Offered himself to me as a slave for a period of two weeks. All he needs is the dates at least one month in advance, sir. I recommend we don’t have any slaves that will still be here other than his partner and four during those two weeks, sir.”

“Agreed. How will you explain them?”

“Is there any way to produce a suit that will be temporary, sir? Let him experience the life we have planned for him for just those two weeks?”

“Yes, yes, I think that will be possible. Two halves made of graphine that will cure in the normal way, a band of normal rubber that can be cut joining them together. Seems perfectly feasible. Filling the bulbs in the throat and gag with a liquid that won’t set will solve that problem. Drain them again at release.”

“Good, then I could introduce him to four. Explain to him that four willingly submitted to slavery and will be joining you once his replacement is recruited. I won’t say that replacement is him of course.”

“And his partner? How will you explain Mary?”

“Just a mannequin, sir. Only perform his cleaning and feeding when Ben’s in the dungeon in bondage, sir. Ben could assist me in the shop rather than perform mannequin duty, sir.”

“Sometimes. You do after all wish for him to experience the life. He will perform mannequin duty too.”

“Yes, sir. He also submitted to my authority from now until his holiday, sir. What to wear, eat, watch. Permission to go out and where to, stuff like that, sir.”

“Give me his number. I will text him with his instructions for the day. That may include the requirement to wear rubber or leather under his uniform and will include instructions for him to tell me exactly what he has in his wardrobe and larder. I will instruct him on what to eat and wear.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And now for some unpleasantness. Mary.”

“What about it, sir?”

“How long has it been frozen now?”

“Over a week, sir.”

“We want it alive, Alpha. For years to come. Its… experience will change it forever if we keep at it for long enough but it must be permitted some chance to exercise. The alterations to its suit and plug will worm their way into its psyche over the coming years until it is utterly under that voice’s thrall. You’ll put it in chastity and you will release it and take it to the gym. A week is long enough. It’ll waste away and probably suffer untold health problems if you keep it immobile for much longer. It will also sleep in one of the cages from now on.”

“Yes, sir. As soon as the cages are in place, we’ll put nothing in with it. It’ll be punishment for them both. Nothing sleeping with someone twice its girth, Mary sleeping with another man. Both will join us in the gym in the morning but we can’t use a Latowski on it, sir. It’ll have to be one from the dungeon, maybe a CB6000. None of the Latowski’s will fit, sir.”

“Acceptable for now, but try it in one of the larger sizes of leather chastity shorts first. It is a long term project so take its measurements. I’ll have one made for it. And make sure you work them hard in the gym. Very hard.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good. A very interesting day indeed. Q out.”