A Blind Date - Part 2

Author: eckie
Title: A Blind Date - Part 2
Date: 07 May 2005

We drove for a pretty long time, bumpy roads, clean roads, all sorts of turns, not knowing that area it was anyway impossible for me to trace where we went, we could have gone in circles and I would not have noticed - but after what seemed an eternity the car stopped finally. I tried listening to hear anything at all, but it was hard to make out any noises from the outside, but I hoped to be taken out of that boot right away, yet I waited left alone by myself for again a long time before finally the boot was opened again and I was lifted out of it and set back on the ground on my fours. It was a hard ground, so we were not anywhere in the woods or fields I guessed - indeed we were at a parking lot behind a club.

I was dragged along again and tried to follow as good as my restraints and meanwhile aching body allowed. At some point I was lead down some stairs and further into what seemed to be a basement. Around a few more corners and then we stood still. Next I could feel was the removing of the chains on my wrists and as well the legs being released again, I finally could stretch out again. I heard someone telling me to drink and immediately felt fluids coming down the tube in my mouth. I was thirsty and drank it all as it came, must have been quite a lot of it before the flow stopped. The next I heard was my captor telling me that I should hold still while they apply a helmet, and I should be better good, since the proper applying of that helmet would be essential for what was to come. I was thinking what he would mean by that, but thought I’d better do as told, not knowing what will happen after that.

The collar was removed and then he applied a large diver helmet over my existing head prisons, one of those helmets that has an airtight seal around the neck and is used by deep sea divers, the seal around the neck perfectly tightening around my collar and making sure there is nothing coming in or out of that helmet anymore. I started panicking for air but right after could feel air being pumped into that helmet, they must have connected it to a pump or valve to make sure of my breathing. I was wondering what was to come ... I was then pushed forwards a little, turned around and told to sit on the floor, leaning with my back on the wall - the wall what I did not know was the back of a small box made of clear Plexiglas. Once sitting there my knees were pushed towards my chest and attached to my harness with locks. Next my legs as well were pushed towards my thighs and padlocked on there as well. Last my arms were pulled around my legs to the front and attached to each other and padlocked to the leg restraints, fixing me in a small folded position leaning towards that back.

I could then feel the helmet also being fixed to the back and the sides making further moving rather impossible. Then I heard my captor speaking to me, he had to speak up loud to get through all my head covering but I could understand him rather well. He told me that I would be locked into this box for the evening and I should not be frightened whatever happens, my air supply was secured, and I would sure become the attraction of the party tonight here. So there was a party coming up and I was supposed to be a decoration obviously inside my prison. I thought I could make out then that this box was closed on all sides and no more noises were to make out at all - I was left alone.

It must have been at least one or two hours before I could make out a change suddenly, I thought I felt water dripping into my prison, I thought to make out drops falling on my rubber. This dripping stopped as sudden as it started, but shortly after it again started ... I was not sure what it was, but would find out later what setup I had been placed in. The glass box I was locked in was waterproof sealed, my only connection to outside was the tube feeding my air supply to the helmet. Additionally another tube leads into the top of that box, this tube being connected to the outlets of the pissoir upstairs in the club. So whenever anyone up there went for a pee it ended up inside that box and being watertight it would slowly fill up throughout the night. Additionally as well there was a cam pointing at this box with me inside and that image was displayed on a large screen up in the club for the guests pleasure view. Of course no one wanted to waste his piss anywhere else but in the toilet, knowing it would contribute to my imprisonment and the goal was to have that box filled completely at least by the end of the party.

The hours passed and even though I could not see or even smell anything in my prison, I was sure to notice that this box slowly filled up more and more by what I thought was water, but in fact was the piss of all the guests up in the club having their fun. At some point I could no longer make out any dripping on my body so guessed it was filled above my head by now, yet still receiving my continuous stream of air through that helmet I stayed surprisingly calm. I did not know how many hours this was already going on, but it felt like days already and I was hoping that it would hopefully soon come to an end.

In the meantime upstairs the party was still ongoing but slowly getting towards the end. The highpoint at this party was a competition about the faith of the slave displayed on the screen - so about me. When the level of piss inside that box reached its almost top, the toilets were closed for the guests and everyone could draw a number out of a bowl, one by one then they could go and have a piss in there, and the one who made that box overflow would have the right to decide what’s going to happen next to the slave down there. The guests formed a pretty long line and one by one they emptied their bladders - all of them closely watching the screen in order to find out who will be the winner. Finally the number 34 in the row succeeded, while pissing down there all could see that on the top of the box where the incoming tube was attached some piss was flowing over out of the box - so he was the lucky winner. But instead of anything happening to me, they all celebrated the success of it up there and I was still left isolated in that pissbox for another hour. It was then when they came down and drained all that piss off the box and opened it again to release me. Well, not really release of course. I was helped out of the box after all locks had been removed, the helmet was pulled off and I could even smell now all the piss I spent the last hours in. My hands then were locked on my back to the harness again and I was lead upstairs, outside in the back of the club. I was stood there and chains were attached to my harness. Immediately then I was lifted up a few inches off the ground, my legs chained together and again locked backwards folded to the harness before being lifted up about 2 meters in the air. They then took a water hose and hosed me down for some time before I heard a stranger tell me what follows. He was the winner of the competition before and I was to be his for the next two days, and since I was all full piss he hosed me clean and would leave me hanging there till the end of the party to dry. I could make out some music from far so that party was still ongoing, but I was left alone hanging there in the air outside waiting....

After an eternity hanging there (at least it felt like that to me), the music was gone and suddenly I felt being let down again, my legs were released and also my hands and I could feel someone starting to actually take off one by one what I was imprisoned in. All came off except the gag, the rubber socks and rubber gloves and of course the rubber chastity I was locked into that long already, of course before the hood came off I was ordered not to turn and look, I was not to see anyone or anything.

Again I was hosed off now, standing there outside with my back to whoever was behind me. When the water was turned off I immediately got a new hood pulled over my face, a rubber hood with no eyes, with nose holes holing two small tubes inside and a hole for the tube of my gag. Again I was doomed to blindness, I wonder for how long again...

I could feel several hands on me so was sure it was not just one person with me. I was told to step into a suit, it was a one-piece rubber suit which was pulled up my body once I had my feet inside, perfectly sealing me all in rubber again head to toe, and once again the socks and gloves were held in place by that suit as well. Yet it felt good this time, not being a thick suit but just a normal rubber suit. But of course I was not to be finished so quick...

I was again told to step into some trousers; a pair of heavy leather trousers was put on some sort of motorcycle suit trousers, but heavier padded at the knees and lots of straps from top to bottom on each leg. Also the sides were laced, so once I had it on they laced it up proper to have a tight fit on me. I was then told to stretch my arms to the front and some jacket was applied on me, it was a straightjacket with attached hood, but a special made to match with the pants. Like biker suits there was a zip connecting the jacket with the pants, so once the jacket was on me they connected the two with each other and a padlock secured that they would not come apart so fast again. It also had a hood attached to it so it was slipped over my rubber covered head, making sure the tubes of nose and mouth were in their predefined places in that hood. A zip from the top of the hood all down to the end of the jacket was shut then and like the pants the jacket as well was laced on the sides, including the hood. They laced it all tight again to that the jacket and hood also had a snug fit on me. Next they buckled up the jacket on the backside and padlocked each of those shut. Following now was to buckle the straps between my legs to the back tight and also padlocking each shut. I then had to cross my arms in front of me, placing each arm through a loop at the side of the jacket, they were then strapped snug on the back and another padlock secured them. An additional strap on the front over both arms made sure they would not be able to be moved anywhere; another padlock secured that strap again. Two additional leather straps were attached to the jacket, going over the top of the arms and over the arms in elbow height, once buckled shut and padlocked I was no longer able to move my arms at all. Next I was told to lift my legs again and slip into the boots. Tall boots going almost up to the knees and once I was in they laced them up snug as well. Each boot has a large lash on the side that could be folded over the front and laces tot he other side of the boot, these lashes having several buckles to be shut on the side of the boot, and each buckle again padlocked to ensure there is no way to take off those boots as well. Last they put heavy metal shackles on the boots with a short one feet long chain interconnected and once they were locked I was finished.

Exhausted as I was from the prior treatments I still got pretty horny again during all the dressing up, yet the prison on my cock caused more pain now than pleasure, and the plug up my ass was more than uncomfortable already after so long time. Yet I was still - or again - in a position of no choice. All one could see now was a leather encased body, nobody but my captors knowing who is inside. And I not knowing what was to come or happen. I then heard that stranger who was to have me for the next two days say that it was bedtime, and tomorrow was a gay fair in town and I was to be going there with him. Also he told me that there were about 20 padlocks ensuring that my current outfit was not to be taken off, but he would not have those keys available right now. He would get those keys back at the end of tomorrow’s party only, just so that I know my faith for that time. Having said that I could feel again chains being added to rings on the jacket and once again I was lifted off the ground. I was swinging in the air when I heard him say that he would be back in the morning to pick me up and that I should enjoy a good rest since I would be walking along the fair tomorrow a lot. And after that silence again, I was left there hanging all by myself outside that club.

I tested the tightness of my current prison but the only results were that I was swinging more around and that my dick protested against his prison, having the side effect as well that the plug up my ass was moved slightly by my constant contractions throughout those efforts. Of course it was obvious that there was no escape or any way to change anything on my current situation and position, so I gave up and tried to relax as much as it was possible in that situation. I even drifted and dozed away in that time, again it was not possible to track any time at all, so all I was to do is to wait....

Having dozed away several times I was not sure what time it was by now, if it was night or day, or if anyone was near or not. It took again a long time before I suddenly felt being let down again. I could not stand proper on my feet and sacked down to sit on the ground but was helped up right away. My stranger was next to me, telling me it is feeding time and I would have to drink it all, I was thirsty as hell and welcomed it and drank eagerly everything poured into my mouth tube. It tasted strange but I did not worry, as long as I could get something at all. I realized how much I was actually depending on others since I started this weekend, I could not do anything at all on my own, I was doomed to trust the help and care of my captors ... frightening at one end, but yet again also horny on some other end ....

Once being stable on my feet on my own again, I felt another pull on the collar, obviously a leash again attached to it and I had to follow it wherever it leads. With the short chain between my shackles it was difficult to walk, yet possible, and after a short walk yet again I was thrown into the boot of a car. In my current imprisonment again not an easy task to get in or out of such boot and even less easy to try balancing throughout the ride itself. I was thrown around in the boot in every curve of the street, but it took only about half an hour before the car stopped again.

I did not know before that there was a gay fair somewhere around, so thought that I would sure have enjoyed going there - and indeed I was going there, but unable to see anything or hear much it would be a different experience this time. I was helped out of the trunk and again a pull on the leash ordered me to follow. I could make out noises getting louder while we walked, obviously we cam closer - or maybe were already in the middle of the fair. For the next hours I could not do much more but to follow the leash wherever it dragged me, stop when he stopped, tries to follow any conversation there might be, felt many times hands touching my prison, laughter, compliments I could make out about that slaves outfit, but all in all I did not really get much out of that fair. On the other hand ... what nicer way to explore a fair than to be encased as I was on a leash of someone you don’t even know....

At some point I was pushed down on my knees and left there for a long time, it seems my captor was busy with something else or maybe just sat down somewhere with me next to him, I could not tell, but after what seemed one or two hours a dragging on the leash signaled to get up again and we were walking around again. I could not make it out but when I was shoved into the trunk of the car again I realized that we left the fair by then again.

This time the ride took a lot longer than before, so I was wondering where we are going. When the car finally stopped I was helped out of the trunk again and lead away from the car. I had no idea where I was by then, but trusted my captor anyway. Around several corners and down some stairs I was then ordered to stand still. As if I would have been able to run anywhere in my encasement ... After some noises I could make out I felt my captor holding my head and talking into my ear. He told me that he would have some rest and some dinner later and then get ready for the evening's party again but since he had no keys to all my padlocks he would just make sure I get a good place to rest as well and that he would feed me first again since I would not get any so soon then. I again drank everything eagerly; one cannot imagine how thirsty one gets imprisoned like that.

I was then told to step into a box in front of me, a flat box in the size of a body lying there on the ground, and then to lie down inside. It was well padded on the sides and bottom and once proper placed I felt my legs being placed into something and while he continued up my body I could make out that I was put inside a sleeping bag, a bag made out of heavy rubber and once the zips were closed it tightened my imprisonment just a little more as it already was. Additional straps were then added all over my body from top to bottom including the head. Once all straps were applied I was unable to move any part of my body more than a few millimeters. I then again heard my captor talk to me. He said that even though he will receive the keys to the padlocks at the party tonight, he was not planning o using them right away, in fact he would not be able to, because he had no plans to take me to that party, instead I was to remain locked up here inside that box for a while and he would make sure that there was no possibility to get out before he planned to. I was not sure what he meant with that but was to find out right away.

I could make out a tuber connecting to my mouth tube; it was leading outside the box to ensure my breathing further on. Next he took the lid of that box and put it on top of it, the lid also was heavy padded and once put on touched my upper side, holding it even more in place then. He then screwed that lid on the box and added several padlocks all around it, there was no way to open that quickly now. I did not see but could imagine the looks of that box now, knowing myself inside it again caused pain in my dick, I so wished to touch it and cum ... but there was no way on earth that it could be done at this time. I thought I’d make out some more action around the box somehow, but could not get what it was. In the layers I was encased it was impossible to feel what was going on, but my captor was about to make my imprisonment even more steady and lasting as it already was. He was filling the box now with expandable foam, like it is used on construction works. So one the space inside that box is filled complete and expanded as possible, there would not be any movement at all possible, and one could say that this imprisonment is as definite as it can get, there was no way to get out ever without anyone undoing it all. Additionally there would not be any noise coming out of the box either, so one could stand right next to it and I would not be able to make myself noticed in any way.

It does not take long to have that foam filled and dried out proper, so once he was finished he started to get me stored proper, meaning the box I was in ... He started covering it with thick padding on top and the sides, covering those with fabric and fixing that fabric to the bottom of the box. Then he moved the box to the wall on one side of the room - which I did not know but it was his living room. Once placed there he added a lot of cushions on top of it and stepped back to the middle of the room looking at it. At this point it was looking like a regular couch, part of the rooms furniture, as if it was there all the time. I didn't know at that time, but his plan was to invite some friends over after the party and have them celebrate here a little more, not knowing what or who they were sitting on. For me after noticing the moving of the box it was all silence again, I could not hear a thing and of course neither move or do anything either. This was indeed an imprisonment as definite as it can be. The exhausting of all the past time I already had made it possible for me to doze away occasionally, and since there was not a bit to do for me, I welcomed those times when I dozed away, making the time shorter that I had to endure just waiting silently for something or nothing.

I woke up at some point with hearing dumb noises, I was not sure what it was, but at that time there were about 10 other people in the room, he has invited them for a few more drinks at his place, and they were having lots fun out there, no one realizing that there was a man imprisoned in what they thought is a couch they sit on. They did ask what he did to the slave he won at the last party, but he only told them that he took care of that slave and that the slave would not be running away for sure until he releases him ... how right he was .... and how surprised those guys sure would be if they found out what they were sitting on ... it was indeed also one of my fantasies being used as furniture, but I have not though of it this way, more visible I thought as table, bench or similar ... but there was not really anything for me to do ... and at the end it made me horny again thinking of my situation...

At some point it turned all silent again, I assumed there was no one here anymore and I waited for my release, but the hours passed and nothing happened, so I assumed everyone was gone or in bed ... probably having fun while I have to suffer my isolation here. I managed to doze away a few more times again before the moving of the box brought me back again. But instead of being released I only could make out that the box was moved more than last time, and it seemed as if it was carried somewhere - finally confirmed by what I thought must have been the noise of a car engine .... I was transported obviously somewhere.

My captor indeed drove his new couch somewhere; he drove right to the club where it started. Some friends helped him unload the couch and carry it inside the club, placing it in a corner for evening guests to sit on. Suddenly I could feel something coming down the tube again and I swallowed as good as I could, noticing I was obviously fed again. Another few hours silence followed that. At some point I could make out more and more noises, in fact another party at the evening started. By the bumps on the box I could guess that people were using it to sit on or bump into it, not that I could actually know what was going on. I was trying to imagine the people on top of it having their fun without knowing they sit or lie on a human body hidden in it.

My original captor was curious as well where I was, since the two days I was with the winner of that first party were to be over soon so asked for it, but was told that soon he was to see where I spent my time. An announcement was made in the club that he was to reveal my whereabouts now and he asked a few guys to get that couch over to the middle of the room. The crows looked questioning, but once the couch was in the middle, he started tearing off all the coverings and revealed the wooden box underneath. Pointing to the outlet of the tube which was the only connection between me and the real world at that time, he explained what he did to me. Undoing bit by bit, taking off the padlocks, unscrewing the lid, taking off that lid revealing the hardened foam inside still covering what was hidden inside, using a knife to cut off piece by piece of that foam revealing the rubber bag covered strapped body on the bottom of the box, taking off the straps and the rubber bag and helping me out of that box I could hear the crowd applauding him for his work. I was sitting next to the box since I was too weak to stand by myself. I was once again fed a lot of fluids which I sure needed at that time again. I was then helped up on to my feet, supported by several hands and then they started unlocking all those padlocks on my body. First the boots came off, then the arms were loosened, I never welcomed a stretching more before, it felt so great to be able to move again ... Next the hooded straitjacket came off and also now the pants as well were taken of so that I was standing there all in rubber only. Even though still covered by the rubber I could feel the air around my body and was glad to feel it. Last the rubber suit, socks and gloves as well came off and I chilled a bit, but was happy to feel my body in the air again. Yet the hood, gag and the shorts still remained on.

I then hear my initial captor speak to me again. He told me how well I have done and that he was proud of me having endured it all so far and that I deserved a rest. I was lead away and pushed suddenly on my knees and shoved into a cage then in that club. It was with padded floor so compared to my past times since it started it was the first comfortable way to sit for me. My hands then were placed in thick padded mittens which were padlocked on, my feet were put in padded restraints connected with a short chain and padlocked as well before the door of the cage was shut and locked too. The cage then was lifted up all to the ceiling of the room and I was left there. I could now of course hear a lot more with only a rubber hood on my head and could make out that all the guests kept on having their fun down there, but I fell a sleep soon being rather exhausted form the treatments so far, and the first time in a rather comfortable way stored away I used the opportunity for a good rest. I was not sure about days or times, but I guessed by now it must be Monday night, so I had done a quite good time in all those situations already. to be continued ...