2017-08-24 - spike - The New Shop 3

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 3
Date: 24 August 2017

Chapter 3
I lay in that cage for what felt like hours, wallowing in self pity before M appeared wearing a full rubber catsuit and tossed another into the cage.

“Put that on.”

I made a question mark in the air and shrugged my shoulders.

“The reason the suit freezes is because of UV light, blank. The outer rubber suit shields you from it, you’ll be able to move around freely in there while Alpha’s frozen just as solidly as you were.”

On hearing this, I immediately started pulling it on. It went on incredibly easily too, even though there seemed to be no talc or lube in it. It slid across the suit like it was oiled. The easiest rubber suit I’ve ever put on apart from the one I was permanently trapped in.

I got out, pulled it up to my shoulders, shoved my arms and hands in, pulled the hood over my head and zipped it up. I was in the thing in less than a minute. I followed M back to the wet room.

He took a huge plug out of the bag and handed it to me. I turned it around in my hands. Fuck me! That thing was in me? No wonder I was in agony! Then I noticed the end, there was a keyhole in the plug?

I pointed at it and shrugged again.

M’s shoulders shook. “The plug’s powered, you know that. That keyhole releases the core allowing the tubing to be connected for your flushing but at the same time, it contains the battery, recharged each time it’s removed by plugging it into a USB recharger in the other room.”

I stared at it. So, there was no hope of even being free of the shocks? It’d stay fully charged forever too?

“Trust me, blank. This is one plug you wouldn’t want to lose power. It does more than cause pain, Master Q already said that. Oh god, you’ll love it. Trust me. It does other things too. I’ll show you once this is sealed in. Watch.”

I handed the plug back to him. He smeared it with lube, pointed at a tiny hole in the suit by the ass, took a spray, sprayed it through the hole and then applied some to the plug before covering the hole with a cloth and thrusting it home with all his might, giving it a final shove and twist.

I recognised that spray. Alpha had used it on my throat before putting the tubing in! So that’s why I didn’t start having problems straight away.

Then he took the sealant gun and sealed the plug to the suit.

Again, he typed on his arm. “I’m afraid the sealant used on you… And me for that matter is permanent. Nothing will undo what’s been done to us. The sealant here is one that can be removed with a solvent. The same sealant fills his gag and the bulbs holding his throat tubes in place. It takes time, but in his case, he will be released in two months.”

I walked up to Alpha, stood right in his face and punched my fist into my palm a few times and then pointed at him.

We left the room together and M directed me back onto the shop floor. He started walking along the back wall, looking for something.

He got to a mirror and gave it a tug. Nothing. He moved on.

The second mirror he tugged however opened on hinges. Behind it, a blank metal door.

“Well this is different. Same lock though. The plug also powers the suit. If you see a lock like this the suit acts as ID. The plug has a unique identifier. If you’ve been granted access…” He touched a black panel thing by the door and it slid open. It was an elevator.

He stepped in, me following and looked at the controls. A line of four buttons. 1st, B1, B2 and B3. He shrugged and pushed B3.

Nothing happened. I leaned in a little bit myself and pointed at a black panel on the side by him and the moment my finger touched it, the doors slid shut and we started to descend.

“The old shop, it was just a flight of stairs up to the first floor. Wonder what he’s done with this one.”

I prodded him and started trying to spell things out. It was a slow process.

“But we were on the first floor.”

“We were? I don’t know. I’ve never seen the outside of the shop. The last one, you could just walk in off the street.”

“You can here too.”

“That’d make it the ground floor then. Or is it in some kind of multilevel shopping arcade?”

“Ground...” I paused. “Oh. So, you’re a limey, like that Master?”

“Where exactly are we?”

“New York of course. Queens!”

“Really? I’ve never been to America before.” his shoulders shook again. “Shame I won’t see any of it.”

There was a bong and the door slid open.

We both stepped out and froze in awe. Fuck me! I’d never seen a dungeon like it!

Every single item of bondage furniture I’d ever dreamed of owning was there, several times over!

Racks of leather, rubber and uniform lined the walls. Shelves with every toy I’d ever thought of and many I hadn’t and the place was huge!

Even M seemed taken aback. “Oh my god! I’m going to love it down here. Blank. Tomorrow, you will tie me up. And I’ll let you whip me too. I hated it at first but four taught me to like it.”

“I said, I’m not gay!”

“Do you think I am? I probably had it worse than you. I wasn’t even the least bit kinky before they jumped out of that van and forced me into this thing! I didn’t think I was anyway. Very repressed. Everything gay was utterly disgusting to me. I hated them all. Relished rubbing their noses in it when one of them got beaten up or died. God, I gloated… Then I did the same in that shop.”

“Bloody hell, M!”

“Oh god.” His shoulders shook even more. “That first week, frozen in the case, all those queers, staring at me. Laughing. Pointing. Then a huge blob of a man stood in front of me looking excited and ran off to try a normal rubber suit his size.”

“Why was he excited?”

“Because back then, I was an obese fuck of a copper. I’d been warned by my doctor if I didn’t cut down on the beer and lose some weight, I’d be dead in five years. High blood pressure and borderline diabetes. Now it’s five years later I’m fitter than I’ve ever been in my life. They saved it, forcing me to exercise and only allowing that food he poured down your throat this morning.”

“And you were in the same suit? How is it so...”

“Slim? It shrinks back to its original shape if allowed to. Doesn’t matter how big or small the person is at the start, it’ll stretch or shrink to accommodate. Once size fits all, for life and all life’s changes. I know that from first hand experience.”

“So how did you go from vanilla to bondage freak?”

“We have something called a tumescence monitor. It doesn’t matter what your conscious mind says, it straps to your cock and measures how hard you get. I was in complete denial but my cock betrayed me every single time. Then four… That’s a point. I’ll ask Q to transfer over some settings to my wristband.”

“What?”

“Four told me to imagine there was a woman in his suit. Then he fiddled with his voice settings and spoke to me in a female voice. My cock responded instantly. Maybe that’ll help you too. God that voice was sexy.”

I started laughing. I was actually laughing in spite of the pain I was in. He looked across at me, typed something and put his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s alright. You’ll be fine.”

I shook my head and made an exaggerated laughing gesture.

“Ah. Good. It’d difficult to tell sometimes without a voice. Let’s see what B2 has to offer.”

The room on B2 was the same size as the dungeon but fuck me… Again…

Even the most expensive gym paled into comparison to this place, and I should know. I was a member of one of the best. Again, M seemed taken aback.

I started signing again.

M noticed of course and gestured himself, very quickly. Then repeated what he’d said on his wrist.

“You can speak quickly to me. I’ve been doing that for five years, it’s quicker than the laptop when you get to grips with it. Do it smaller too, that speeds it up.”

I nodded. “I think I’ll like being in here. How often?”

“Every day before work and flush, normally. In the old shop anyway and look.” he pointed at the four boxing rings. “You can beat the shit out of him in there. Bare knuckle or gloved, him free or restrained with cuffs behind his back and spreader bar… I’ll let you choose. If you’re unfamiliar with boxing, we’ll train you too. There’s time before and after work and Sundays are free apart from stocktaking.”

“I’ve never boxed, but I have wrestled. They look good enough for both. I… I can’t believe I’m saying this… but…”

“You’re starting to like it here? Totally understand. Let’s see what the rec room has to offer. All the old place had was a games console, TV and tea and coffee making facilities. I imagine this place...”

Oh god, was he right.

B1. Not so much a rec room but a full recreational facility. Ten table tennis tables, ten foosball, Air hockey, even a few lanes of ten pin bowling. Each corner had a huge screen TV with sofas around it. Even a few slot machines along the edges. What was used to pay them I’ve no idea but I’d be sure to find out.

M nodded towards a sofa. “You know the rules where slaves are concerned, blank.”

“Only use furniture when ordered?”

“Yes. You have permission until you’re settled. After that. Floor, between my legs. I can stroke your head as we watch porn together.”

I stared at him. “I’m not”

He waved his hand knocking my fingers before I could finish. “I don’t care whether you’re gay or not. Stroke your head now.”

I did so. Oh, my god. God, I’d never… It felt amazing. A totally bald scalp was something I would never have gone for but combined with this suit...

“And believe me, it feels even better when someone else is doing it.”

I actually grabbed him and gave him a hug. I don’t know what came over me but he returned the gesture and stroked me too. God that felt good.

“Ready to drop to your knees and thank your Master yet?”

I shook my head.

“I think you will before the week is out.”