A friend-s visitor - a sequel

Author: eckie
Title: A friend’s visitor - a sequel...
Date: 04 April 2006

There I was again at home, after a day of work and frustration is taking over. Having been locked in this chastity belt looked and sounded so horny at the time being two weeks ago, but now I wished I was out, able to touch myself, satisfy my urge to cum, I have not been that horny for a long time, and no way to get any relief at all other than the occasional pleasures of the tens unit, when it is not set to shock too hard but gives slight vibrations to my dick instead.

I totally depend on John'' setting of the device, no control over when or how long or how intense it will be, just waiting and usually being totally surprised by it, yet still longing for the nice tender vibrations, since it is the only way to get any other than frustrating pain when I get hard again and again inside this belt.

The past days have been sometimes difficult, sitting at work with colleagues or in meetings when out of the blue the device started its work, some of the times with an intensity that made it extremely difficult to remain calm around the guys, trying to find explanations why I all over sudden stop talking briefly or have an extremely tensed expression in my face - I hated it, but then again, I cannot lie and have to admit how much that control and inability to have any influence on it turned me on again. I was in a constant fight between hate and love.

Right now I am again touching the steel that covers my dick and balls, trying to rub it, but nothing gets through to the flesh underneath it, again I feel as horny as can get and again I would do anything to be able to just rub it slowly and pleasantly, and yet again I can only dream of it but no other than that remains, this device does not give in, does not listen to begging, does not allow anything but to accept it's presence and control.

I had once forgotten to recharge it in time, it was two very busy days at work with many hours overtime, only little sleep in-between, so I got home the second day pretty exhausted (not even a bit horny and not even a bit thinking about the device I was locked in at that day) and after a quick shower went to be immediately and also was gone sleeping right away - until.... in the middle of the night I was waken up by incredible pain on my dick, it took some time to realize what was happening and you can believe me, it was more than difficult to figure out what it is and what to do to get rid of it - being taken out of a deep sleep so immediate it was just all so far away, not real, but the constant pain made it more than real. It took at least 10 minutes before I was clear enough in my head to realize I has to get this belt plugged in for charging and of course stumbled painfully cramped around to find the charger and get it all plugged in proper before the pain finally stopped ... it was a nightmare by itself, and I am sure I will not let that happen ever again ... I am more than careful since that night to make sure the device remains charged proper at all times, a daily reminder set to myself to sit down and plug it in. It really is a device made by the devil, and yet made by a genius...

I am really looking forward to meet John again; he should be back end of next week as he said for some business, so just a week more to cope with this device before I can hopefully get out of it. Sure I could break the lock on the chain around my neck and just unlock myself, but I have too much pride to do that, I agreed to be locked in that device and will get through it, the key at the chain is a safety measure, but I won’t use it unless it is a real emergency. I am sort of proud of myself for resisting that temptation of taking the belt off me, though I do admit that there were days when I played with the thoughts about it, yet managed to reject that temptation.

John hasn't been in touch with me other than by his varying selection of pleasures or pain sent through his device. I was also without direct contact certainly constant aware of his presence, even if he was god knows where else in the world. Thinking back, I still wonder how I got to have some real stranger lock me in this device and then even agree to stay another three weeks in it, but probably the fact that he was a good friend to my friends made him trustworthy from the beginning, and at the end it was an entire weekend we spend (more or less) together. I haven'' forgotten any moment of that weekend either and sure look forward to other surprises at the next time I meet john, but... well.... as long as I will get out of that chastity belt at the end or in-between then.

It was mid week, two days before I expected John to be back here again when a SMS arrived - it was from John. Short and clear ... "plans changed, will not be there this weekend, will come two weeks later, make sure you take two weeks off work by then, my greetings will arrive in 2 minutes" - I was not very happy to read that, another 2 weeks added? I was not sure if I liked that, I immediately thought about the key at my neck chain but got interrupted right then by some excessive shocks in my dick, now I understood what he meant with greetings coming - the shocks went on for about 20 seconds and then slight vibrations continued for about 1 minute, again the hard shocks and again vibrations after that - it went of for almost half an hour like that, I got the rhythm of it so could be ready for each tough shock, still was rather unable to do much in that time but wait and enjoy/dislike the various times.

After that half hour another SMS arrived with several big smileys on it and an extra note: "don’t be sad, you will cope with it and a nice package will arrive for you soon"

Now that made me curious, of course coping with it two more weeks would be tough but I guess it would be doable, not what I bargained for, but still raising a comfortable feeling down there thinking about not having the choice if I can resist to unlock myself in that time. But a promised package, what will that be ... when will it arrive ... what will he send ... it even got my dick getting a little harder, pre joy of what I would have to expect or not ... I really always loved those surprises, not knowing if/when/what ... apart of it I got with this belt on me, but more of it to come as it seems.

I sms'ed back that I will be fine and looked forward to the package. Then I got on with business usually, I stayed home most of the days anyway since I was locked in that device, so while sitting there watching TV I had once again plugged the belt to charge for the evening before later on going to bed after a shower. John probably got aware of the time difference between his and my place, since only on rare occasions I was woken up during night by his device, and I am sure those occasions he did that on purpose, but mainly the random surprises happened early morning until somewhere in the evening, but hardly at nights.

Another week passed and I was sometimes even wondering what it would be when John will take the belt off - will I miss it? I guess so, will I want it back? I am not sure ...but certainly it will be different to suddenly be without it...

The next day when returning from work I found a note on my door that a package has been delivered to my neighbors. I rang their doorbell and received a nice parcel, coming from John... of course I was somewhat excited immediately and could not wait to get back to my house and open it. I almost forgot about it arriving, but now that it is here, I was more than curious what John sent with it.

Back in my living room I started unpacking right away; Right on top a note from him, so I read it first. It said that I should wait with the stuff inside the box until the weekend, he would be arriving on Saturday at his usual hotel, and I should put on the content of the box on Friday after work, he knew my webcam address, so I would have to put all on in front of it with him watching to verify that I do as told. He gave me the time (my local time) when to start the cam and the follow the instructions of this note in front of it. He would be watching all the time. And he mentioned in this note that he hopes that I got the two weeks off work as well.

I was of course curious what was in the box, even though John said it was only Friday after work to use. But at least I wanted to know....

I unpacked it all and found the rubber suit and rubber short I remembered wearing at our first meet. I also found a plug for the belt I was locked in, this one with two tubes coming out of it, so I could guess it'' use already, a few open padlocks but no keys for them, also the hood from our last meet was in the box again. I guessed already what he will have me wear Friday after work and had a smile on my face; I enjoyed the coverage in rubber last time a lot and will certainly enjoy it again...

But the box was not yet empty - I found a pair of knee-high rubber boots in my size, a pair of old pretty wracked jeans that reveal more than they cover, a belt for the jeans, some short chains, a thin steel collar, an old pretty thick black turtle neck pullover, which was very heavy, and on closer look and feel I found out it was not wool, but like those chain shirts that belong to armor it was made of metal as well, but could certainly pass as wool of one does not touch it, and to my last surprise a real-face rubber mask, skin colored, like some of those film masks looking like real. Completely hairless, but I guess from far one would mistake it for real.

a the bottom of the box then another envelope, closed, with a note on it to open only Friday after work when being in front of the cam to get dressed. I was tempted to open it right away, but then again I assumed it was just instructions of the stuff to put on, and having seen the items already my mind played that scene already through and through ... and it caused pain again, not by the tens unit this time, but just by getting rock hard while thinking about getting ready for Johns visit.

I could not help to at least play around a bit, I tried the rubber boots, they really fitted proper, also the jeans fitted well, but you really saw more of my skin all over than it covered and of course I had to try on that real face mask, it fitted like a glove on my head and smelled strong like rubber, but felt soft, thick, some foamed materials I haven’t seen before, and looking in the mirror I could see a different person now there, the mask following the mimics of my own face, when I spoke out (or miming it) the lips moves, when I smiled you could see the mask smile, the only thing visible was around the eyes, from closer you could see that there was a mask, but I guess if I covered it by sunglasses the imagination of a stranger would be perfect. I could not help attempting to stroke my dick during it, but of course nothing but hard steel, nothing to feel, and at the moment I was really horny as hell again and would have once again killed for the ability to wank myself off, but nothing to do here but accept it will take another two days waiting...

I slept bad that night, mostly for being too horny all time thinking of Friday evening, but I managed to get at least a little sleep. The next two days went slow - as usual when you wait for time to pass, it crawls extremely slowly - but finally Friday afternoon was over and I was on my way home. I grabbed a snack from a fast food bar on the way home so I would not have to cook anything tonight, since shortly after I was home, John would be on already watching me on the cam.

Arrived home I had about 15 minutes time before I was to be at the cam, so I prepared all items of the box around me, made sure I could stand well in the view of the cam, the still closed envelope on the desk next to the keyboard and then sat down, waiting for the last minutes to pass before I switched the cam on.

There was no chat involved in the cam session, but only about a minute after the cam was on I saw one connection to it, since I did not distribute the address on the net I was sure this must be John, so without waiting I started opening that envelope and read it's content.

I was to insert the plug first, using enough lube on it I stood in the view of the cam with my ass towards the cam to allow John watching, this plug was slightly bigger than the one I remembered from the last time we met, but I managed to get it inserted and then had to bring the attached short tubes through the small hole in the back plate of the chastity belt before locking it in place with one of the provided padlocks. I moved around a bit, bent forwards and back to ensure all is settled proper before reading on.

The next to come were the shorts again, thick rubber shorts to protect anything else from the metal of the chastity belt, only a hole in the back again for the tubes of the plug to be seated. It was easy to put that short on so I continued reading then. The one-piece neck entry suit was next on the list. Since I prelubed it before I sat down it was not too difficult to get inside, but being alone it took some time to have it set proper everywhere and all wrinkles sorted out, and it got me sweating already as well, but after about 20 minutes in front of the cam wriggling around I was settled. The note said to add the rubber hood next and tuck it into the neck of the suit, it was again the hood with moth/nose holes and only small pinholes at the eyes. The hood was quickly pulled over my head and zipped shut, and as the note said I used the neck chain I was already wearing to padlock suit and hood proper, so that none or it would be taken off now again. I successfully completed a head to toe rubber layer locked on myself, while as well having ass, dick and balls safely locked inside their steel underneath the rubber.

I continued reading the note - the next item on the list was the real face mask to pull over my rubbered head. It slipped over it nicely and fitted perfectly on the contours of the face, I could see myself in the reflection of my window and it looked like a different person standing there all black rubbered, just no hood, a blank bald headed somebody looking at me from the window. The mask had a rather long neck, covering all of my neck and the chain holding the suit and rubber hood locked as well. Following on the list now was the steel collar, it was a pretty thin looking collar and I would actually not make your much of the locking mechanism, it was hinged on one side, open on the other and when I took a closer look (as much as the pinholes of the hood allowed), I would see some very small opening, most likely for a special key, so once it was snapped shut, only that special key will be able to open it again, but of course, not a single key was included in the box. This collar was to go around my neck and with its measures it fitted perfectly around it, tight enough to keep the real face mask locked on yet not too tight to cause much pressure. Yet another nasty device I thought while snapping it shut, knowing that the more I put on, the more I will not be able to take off until I meet John the next day.

I expected the jeans to be the next to follow, but the note mentioned now the pullover, it was really heavy to hold so would be a good weight to carry for the duration. The note described also its feature, since I was not sure how to get it on, being made of metal the neck is not stretching over the head, but the note explained about two small zips hidden well by the material, one each side from the middle of the shoulder to the top of the neck. Once both are open it was easy to slide it over my head. But I also found out now that the inside of it was covered with rubber, I assumed to protect the rubber I wore underneath from possible ripping by the metal and I also detected crotch straps inside of it. Now I understood why it was to put on before the jeans. The crotch straps were inside fastened just above the hip on front and back inside, once looped through my crotch and buckled shut they were as well locked y each one small padlock. That 'pullover' successfully covered up the top of my body, besides my hands and the eyes no more rubber or chains were visible.

I felt the weight of that metal shirt a lot now and the sweat that built during the dress up was not making things easier either, but I was not yet finished. The next item were indeed the jeans, I put it on carefully, with all the rips and holes in it, it was not so easy to find the right way for the feet to get inside, but once I managed to be in I zipped it up and closed the top button. The belt that was prepared now was to be looped inside the jeans and the note also pointed out that before closing the belt, the end of the jeans zipper was to be placed into a small hook a the buckle, so once the buckle was closed it would not come out again either, the belts buckle was a lockable one, once snapped shut only be able to open it with a matching key (and as you know ... no keys were delivered). I looked again in my reflection in the window of my room, since the jeans was so ripped everywhere, the rubber was visible under it, but aside of that I looked like a rather normal dressed baldheaded guy, except that at this moment there was not a single piece of clothing I could remove, each of them locked and holding the rest locked as well.

All that was missing now was the boots of course, so I pulled them over my feet and made sure they fitted well, the ripped jeans inside the boots as the note mentioned. The only thing left on the floor now were two short pieces of chain and four small padlocks. Reading on with the note I was to use on each leg one of the chains now, pull them tightly around my ankles and lock one end, then pull the rest of the chain under the sole back to the ankle and lock it on the other side of the ankle, basically forming a sort of boot harness with the chain and by that - guess what - preventing me from taking off the rubber boots as well. After finishing both of the ankles as described in the note, I now was successfully locked inside everything I had on me, not a single item was removable without a key. I saw again the reflection in the window, and if it were not rubber boots, one could have guessed a normal dressed guy there, aside from the chain harness at the ankles, but that could be explained as freaky fashion tool maybe. And I think if it is a bit darker or one is not too close to me, nobody will notice anything wring with it, and mainly - nobody would actually guess that each and everything is locked on and I am actually not able to do anything against it.

I stood in the view of the cam no and presented myself to it, turning around a few times, bending for and back until suddenly I noticed that john had disconnected, he obviously had seen what he wanted to see and was satisfied. Only seconds after I got my confirmation, the belt tormented me again, short only, but pretty intense and right after that the mobile beeped, I received an SMS.

It only said to finish the instructions on the note and he was pleased to see me follow all instructions so far.

I went back to the note and continued reading. I was to put my house keys in an envelope with Johns name on it and bring it to his hotel; the reception would keep it there until he arrived. I was to be there within 1 hour from now, the reception was informed about it; I was to lock my door when going there and have nothing with me but my ID. That meant that I would not be able to return to my flat until john was here or gave me my keys back, and additionally it meant I would be somewhere outside all night, unable to return. I read further on that I would receive a note from the receptionist telling me what to do, and I was to follow each order I would receive through the evening. That ended this note. I looked at the clock, an hour to the hotel, without money I could not use a tram, bus or taxi, without keys I could not use the bike, so I would have to walk, and an hour was just doable if I’d hurry. So without thinking further, trusting John having all planned out, I took my keys and an envelope with his name on, took my sunglasses to cover the black eyes of my real face mask, went out of the apartment and locked it, put the keys in the envelope and sealed it. And off I was walking out on the street and towards the city center where the hotel was.

At the begin it was nice to have a bit cool air from outside on my after all sweating while getting dressed, but with the rather fast walking that was needed to get there in time, I felt the heaviness of all my gear more and more, and sweated even more by the minute. But I knew sitting down resting somewhere was not an option if I wanted to be there in time. I did keep my hands in the jeans pockets at all times, that was the last bit rubber that would be suspect able, the one under the jeans was maybe explainable, but rubber gloves (no one would know they are part of a suit) were a bit too much then. I got a few stares from other people on the street, but I assumed mainly about the rubber boots/rubber visible under the jeans, but I doubt anyone noticed the real face mask, that the person they see is not the one under all those locked on layers.

An hour walk with all that was locked on me, the plug, the weight, the sweat - it was quite some task to do and when I finally arrived at the hotel I was exhausted, glad to be there finally and glad to get a rest when just standing there at the reception, not moving or walking. The guy at the reception smiles when he was me, I was sure he noticed the fake face, but he did not say much, just that I should have something for him. I handed him the envelope with my keys and latest then he would have known, seeing my rubber gloved hand holding the envelope. He just had an even wider grin when he took the envelope and told me to wait, while he disappeared in a room behind the counter.

When he came back he had another note for me in his hands. I took it and started reading. It said that I was allowed to drink as much as I wanted; I should go mainly for iso drinks though, but should prevent any other food for the time being. I was to go to a bar mentioned in the note, to be there at 8.30pm straight and report to the barman by handing him this note, he would tell me more. I checked the clock and it was already shortly after 8, so walking to the given address would take me almost half an hour, I had to hurry in order to be there in time again.

I was not expecting to be sent around like that, but was sure it was part of Johns plan for me and accepted it. It was getting dark already, so by now hardly anyone on the street, even though there were much more people by now - noticed my outfit, I was just another one walking on the streets. When I finally arrived at the given bar it was exactly 8.30 as I was ordered to. Again I did not have to say anything, when I showed up at the bar the guy behind it just looked at me and smiled, obviously he was informed about me coming already. When I handed him the note of course my rubbered hand was again visible, but he seemed to ignore it, instead he told me to follow him. The bar itself was one of those late afternoon, early evening meeting bars, people came there before dinner or shortly after, but rather did not stay late, instead going out elsewhere for the night then. So the crowd was mixed from casual to some leather items seen, but it was pretty crowded though.

The barman now handed me a heavy black rubber apron to put on, then he gave me a pair of very thick long industrial black rubber gloves, reaching all up to my armpits, told me to take off the sunglasses, since they looked rather stupid inside the bar, but knowing what they hide he gave me some small tinted goggles to wear instead, they looked like some protection goggles, so for a worker could be a requirement, depending what sort work is done. Then he handed me a large plastic crate. I must have looked like some kitchen worker or butcher or similar now but that maybe was the meaning of it, since then he told me to start collecting all bottles and glasses in the bar - I was to do that until he told me to stop. John definitely anted to keep me in public in my locked outfits, I was worried at first during my walk to the hotel, but now I started enjoying those orders - not knowing what they are and where they take me, just getting some notes and following them.

I also thought that John must have planned that ahead, knowing all the people he involved, informing them about me, so I was the only one actually left blank, not knowing what will be next. And I definitely enjoyed it - my dick in its prison confirmed that for sure. I started collecting bottles and glasses as I was told, it was full in the bar and sticky, I got many grabs on the ass, some comments and also laughs about my outfit, and I sweated ... a lot ... With the amount of people come and go and stay I was constantly busy, no time to rest, I filled the tray, went to the kitchen to empty it, refilled it, emptied it, refilled and so on, no break in between until after about 2 hours the bar finally started emptying.
When the barmen saw me finishing another tray he called back, told me to put the tray away and that I was finished with the work now. Then he took a pair of steel wrist shackles, similar to the collar I had locked on and placed then around each wrist, by that securing the long gloves on my arms, he told me to take off the apron and then gave me a heavy leatherjacket to wear. With the zip closed to just above the chest, a small padlock was used to keep the zip there, I saw a small d-ring had been fabricated to the jacket for just that use. Yet another two things added which I would not take off again. Then he gave me three iso-drinks and after I finished them he handed me another note.

I was to go to another bar now, this time a leather bar I knew, they usually know me there as well, yet the real face mask I had locked on would prevent guests from recognizing me. I had only 20 minutes to get there, so again had to hurry - since after my work today I did not have much time for any rest - yet, so far I had enjoyed every minute of it. In the dark of the streets and being in the gay areas of the city nobody really seemed to take notice of me, I doubt anyone recognized what I was wearing and for sure no one could notice it all being locked. When I arrived at the next bar as ordered I handed over the note again to the barman - once again that smile I saw told me that this guy had been sure informed about all that is going on tonight with me, it was an evil smile I could make out there, he sure enjoyed it to participate on this.

He lead me towards the entrance again and there opened a door I had not noticed before - it was the coat check of the bar - it was around 11pm at that time and his business was to start. He led me inside and immediately attached the end of a heavy chain hanging from the ceiling around my neck. I could see it was on top fixed to a small rail so I could move with it within that small room of the coat check, yet not sit down or leave it. He used another short chain of about one foot length to lock my two wrists together in front of me, and another one foot chain was used to keep my ankles together as well. He told me that I was in charge of that coat check until further notice and then just left without further words. I was looking around, a small room, bars, hangers, all that is needed, but with the chains at wrists and ankles I would be busy shoveling myself around there doing the job, I hopes it would not become too busy this evening in this bar. I could however make out the barman handling his mobile, I assume he informed john about me having arrived - I guessed right I think, since shortly after the belt came back alive tormenting my dick - it seemed to be the random setting, for the first 15 minutes I did not have any coats to handle and could concentrate on the belts’ tens unit - a few various strength and various length impulses were to feel, so I could just guess that there would come more intense in-between for sure - it would not make the job here easier for sure, but not anything one could do against it. I received several comments form arriving guests when they checked in their coats, all positively surprised about the new slave in there, tips were good actually, but I guessed those were not meant for me, since I was not to have anything but an ID with me. The evening was busy, but luckily not too busy so I was able to manage the job pretty ok, yet interrupted several times by shocks from the tens that were too strong to continue and I had to wait for them to stop before being able to go on. The guests laughed, I guess a few of them knew what happened those moments.

The bar closed at 4 am, so from about 2.30 am on I was again pretty busy, one after the other needed his jacket back, but when the last jacket was out and I was finally finished, the barman came back to me. He handed me a few iso drinks again and I drank all of them, I had been sweating a lot the past few hours, the small room was not the coolest one and in all my layers constantly moving to work sure enhanced the flow of sweat down my body. He then closed the door of that small room and left me standing there, I could as said not sit down with that chain from the ceiling around my neck, so just could wait what is going to come. I heard lots glasses and chairs being moved, I assumed someone was cleaning up out in the barroom. At least an hour went before the door opened again and the barman came in, unlocked the chain from my neck and led me - still in wrist/ankle chains - out of the room. I had a look at the clock there and it was 5 am by then. He then also gave me another note.

This one said that I had to go to the hotel, at the time it was there would not be many people on the street, but I was not to use the main streets anyway, there was a small scheme displayed on the note how to get to the hotel - all through backyards and small paths behind houses and shops, a route that normally only an insider would know and take. I myself would not have known of the existence of all those hidden paths. I could see in the description with the scheme that there was the one or other to climb over, a task that would be a challenge in the chains for sure, and additionally I was to be at the hotel before 5.30 am, and else they would not let me in. The barman showed me the backdoor of the bar and I started shoveling myself forwards in the small steps the chain allowed.

it was indeed a challenge to get there, the small steps, the pretty loud noise from the chains in the quiet night, trying to keep reading the path descriptions in the dark of all those backyards, hoping not to run into anyone either - the chains sure would have caused a huge embarrassment, the rest was hardly to recognize in the dark. The first part to climb over was a small only about 4 feet high wall, it was rather easy to get over that one, but the next one I ran into was higher, I had to use a bench, a waste bin and a garage roof to get over it - a task pretty difficult in the chains I was and rather time intense as well - I had to hurry up walking for the rest to make it to the hotel in time. And I arrive - 5.31 a.m.

I was hoping the clock on the tower was different from the one of the guy inside the hotel, I rang the doorbell, but nothing happened - I started to worry.... being outside for the short rest of the night would not be a problem, I could find places to go and stay for some time, but in chains that would make things more difficult, especially then later at daylight getting back here again would be rather impossible, I was sure in cahins I would not get away with it. At least two minutes passed - two minutes that felt like an hour ... then finally the door opened and I saw the guy I met at first at the reception counter last evening.

He grinned and told me that I was late and he should not let me in at all, but he felt sorry for me knowing what I am through so far, and it was only a minute, it was doable to forget about that minute and accept me being in time. I was relieved to hear that and I am sure the guy could make out the smile I had then under my mask. He let me inside and directed me right away towards the stairs to the basement.

I have not seen that basement before, even though I have been to this hotel a few times already. Still in chains it was a task again to step down those stairs, and it seemed they were leading pretty far down, I was not aware about basements so deep down here in this city. I counted about 50 stairs, so I assumed to be quite far down now before he turned me into a small hallway, I could make out in the dimming lights several heavy steel doors to the left and right of the hallway and I thought that I could hear the one or other noises, not certain where from, but some moaning and whining I could recognize. Then again, knowing the 'service' this hotel delivers to all guests I was sure it was just another part of their hotel, a more dungeon like or prison like environment for special guests who liked it.

I was stopped and the guy opened one of the steel doors, he lead me inside, a very tiny lamp providing little light, but I could see it being about 1 meter wide and about 2 meters long, and I had to bend down unable to stand inside, so about 1 and a half meters tall. All in all a very small confinement and one half of the width taken by a small wooden bench anchored into the wall. He told me to lay on it on my belly and stretch my arms to the front - I could then see that heavy metal ring anchored in the wall and before I could see more he already locked the chain of my wrists on to it, right before locking the chain of the ankles to another identical ring in the wall at the other end or the bench. Then he just told me to get a good rest and immediately left, lights out, door shut and locked.

By now it has been almost a 24 hours day for me, of which half of it I spent locked inside heavy outfits working basically my ass off. I was glad to lie down and did not worry about anything, I guess it took just 5 minutes before I fell a sleep and it sure was a deep sleep.

I woke up from someone shaking me heavily; I must have been really deep in sleep as normally I wake up easily. It took a while before I could see more clearly (still in the pinhole eye hood and with tinted goggles on), but I did not recognize the guy who woke me up. But I noticed him unlocking the hands and feet from the wall and helping me sit up, then he gave me again a few iso drinks and after I finished told me to follow him. I got up and out of the small cell. I could hear noises again from the other cells and was sure other boys would sure be locked inside also waiting for whoever or whatever.

I was taken upstairs as I was and lead up to one of the hotel guestrooms. Once inside the chain between my wrists was locked on to a large ring in the wall just above my head and the guy left, I was left alone standing there. It took about half an hour before the door opened again, and to my relief I saw John entering, finally he was there and I could hope for some relief of my misery.

He smiled when he saw me standing there, said a brief hello boy, you look good here and came to me giving me a tight hug, and I could not hug him back chained as I was, but sure would have loved to. He then stroked my head and told me that he was sure I had a good time in the past 24 hours, having a pretty evil grin on his face. I answered him that it was sure not an easy one but I did definitely enjoy the time. He left me then there and unpacked a few of his things from his suitcase before coming back to me and giving me again three iso drinks, telling me I sure can use some of it again now. Then he unlocked the chain above my head and told me to sit on the bed. As soon as I sat down there I felt a strange lightness again and looking at him he confirmed - I was again sedated by one of the drinks he gave me and only a few moments later I was out.

It was an hour later when I came to again, at first I did not notice any change, I was on the bed, still in all the outfit I had on before, still all seemed to be locked on, but when I was completely awake I noticed it - I was again tubed, swallowing was difficult at first, the tube down my stomach was in again, just like the first time we met, but also I noticed tubes in my nose, at leas felt them , but breathing was fine with them, so they were meant to support breathing then, and also my dick hurt, a burning sensation inside it, not from the tens, but a catheter was inserted no. The rest seemed just as before, still in chastity, plugged, all rubbered, still wearing the jeans, the heavy metal pullover, the facemask, the goggles, the long rubber gloves and leatherjacket - all was in place as before. John must have prepared those extras of tubes while I was out and placed me back into everything as before.

I was disappointed, I had expected to get out of it when I finally meet John, instead more was added, I wanted, but of course could not complain to him, instead just look at him, standing there in front of the bed with a big evil grin on it. Then when he was my surprised expression he told me that he imagined that I would have wanted out, but it was not yet so far, there was still a few things he planned for me and I would have to go with them as well, he would not let me out of anything in the meantime, and when I made another attempt to protest he pressed a button on his phone and the pain was incredible immediately, more than ever, probably because I felt a bit sore from the new catheter in my dick. It lasted only a few seconds but he immediately said that if I would not comply he sure had ways to make me - and I nodded understanding what he meant.

He then explained to me that the tubes in my nose were to allow breathing, the tube down my stomach will allow feeding again and prevent speaking, and the catheter was linked to the plug in the ass, so each of my piss will first go inside my ass, and there remain until he would unplug the second tube of the plug to release whatever sis in my ass. Then he said that he w2ill have a few business meetings the rest of the afternoon and some of the evening, and I was to accompany him on his ways, but first would have to get another outfit. I wondered what it would be, again the suit and tie of the last time we met, yet that would mean getting at least some parts off first. But I failed - he instead told me to sit up and while I did he turned to the closet and took out a pair of black chest waders. At first I wondered how to put those on but a closer look showed they were huge sized, those feet were at least a size 50 if not more, and it looked as if it would go up over my shoulders as large as it was. He then immediately told me he had modified it for his own purpose, at the top entry were two zipper and right below were two holes - one each side to get the arms through, and with the size they had it was possible to get inside with even wearing a pair of other rubber boots already - meaning the ones I had locked on were not to come off either. Then he showed me his mobile and asked if I would cooperate or needed a reminder to do so, I just nodded quickly, not wanting another of the shocks he demonstrated before.

He then helped me to get inside those chest waders, it was a bit of pulling everywhere before the rubber booted feet settled in those huge boots, but once inside he told me to stand up and pulled the rest up my chest and then asking me to put my arms through the holes on the sides before pulling it over my shoulder and zipping it up. As always a chain and padlocks will prevent that zip from being opened, also he made sure one tube from the still accessible plug tubes was settled in a small hole on the back of it. When I looked down on me I saw a huge black thick rubber mass on my body and a pair of feet larger than I ever imagined existing. Of course I would not be able to get out into the public like that so I knew something else would come - and I was right. While I stared at those feet he got out an army tank overall, a heavy piece, those had zippers on both legs up to the neck so that one can get in and out of them without taking off boots or in my case those monsters on my feet.

He helped my arms into the sleeves of the overall and then started adjusting the legs around mine and zipping them up from the bottom up to my waist, then he ordered me to put both hands inside each pocket of the overall. I found out then that those pockets were cut out, my hands would be free available inside the overall once it is closed. He attached a chain between the shackles of my wrists making sure I cannot get them out of the pockets again before he then closed the zippers all up to the neck, once both were closed, of course padlocks did their job keeping it on. Then he added a wide army belt around my waist to give my body some shape and replaced the goggles with sunglasses before telling me to go to the bathroom and have a look at myself.

I went there curious about myself and what I saw was weird to me. A strange baldheaded guy, a bit chubby, in an army overall, the turtleneck showing out on top, his hands in the pockets and of course ... huuuge feet. He stood next tome with a big smile again and said that we are ready to go now, since I was done with my walking outfit. Walking in those boots inside boots felt strange, I did not really feel my steps proper so would have to get used to it for sure, and when I turned around I even almost stumbled, forgetting about the size of feet I had now and tripping almost over a corner. John told me to open my mouth and filled another two iso drinks and a full liter of water down the tube and then said it is time to go, he did not want to be late for his appointment.

Walking down the stairs was a challenge at first, sort of having to learn walking with those immense feet of mine, but once out on the street I managed to catch up with Johns pace, not an easy task with my hands also locked to keep balance right and of course sweating more on each step we took. After about 15 minutes we arrived at a cafe and john told me that he will meet a customer inside, but I was to remain outside waiting for him. The cafe was located at a square and he ordered me to walk around the square, I was not to stop walking and not to sit down, and he showed me his mobile again, telling me I would know what happened if I stopped walking. I definitely knew and on his sign started walking. It was about 6 to 8 minutes to get once around the square and each round made it heavier for me, sweat and the discomfort of all layers exhausted me, but I knew I should not dare stopping, so kept on walking, round after round after round. I also did not care at all about any other people out here, some of which sure wondered what strange guy (and sure also what large feet) that is. It just tried to keep me going in order to prevent John activating the tens. I am sure the last round I did before John came out of the cafe took double of the time of the first - at least, if not more, and it must have been at least 32 hours I was walking there, or it felt like two hours to me, but when I finally saw John stand outside of the cafe I was relieved and stopped in front of him.

John took me aside into an alley with no people and gave me again 3 iso drinks down the tube. I had not noticed before while walking, but now I actually felt it - the water I had before had in the meantime ended up in my ass, I felt filled there but not able to release anything, and with more to drink now I assume it will get worse, but what can I do .... At the moment I could just follow John as he guided me. To my surprise he turned me around and I had not noticed the small zip at the back of the overall - he releases the tube of my plug and out it went, all over the wall and street - but I was really glad to get my ass empty.

He told me to follow him and we went again about 20 minutes, stopping in front of a restaurant, he told me he had another client to meet inside and I was to wait outside again - by now it was getting dark so I was sure I would no longer be such a sight to other people around, but again john told me that I was not allowed to sit, I could stand or walk, but had to wait for his return. I was very exhausted from walking all day so decided to better stand around, even though it must have made a strange expression to others that a guys stands in front of a restaurant that long. I actually had to wait almost 3 hours for Johns return. I was feeling more exhausted by the minute and if I would have been able to I would have begged John to get me out and let me rest, but no go on that.

By now it was around 11pm already and John just told me to follow, not saying where we went, and after another 30 minutes walking we were in a familiar area again, we were about to enter one of my usual leather bars. Outside John told me he would meet another special client of his there and then have some chat and fun in there, and this time I was allowed inside. I was glad not to be left waiting outside again, at least some change, but it should not be much better inside.

Once inside he looked around and then led me to the end of the room towards a post supporting the upper floor, ordering me to stand with my back to it. Then he used a small piece of rope he produced of his pocket to tie my neck to that post, added another piece of rope around my ankles to the post and used a last piece to tie my elbows behind my back including the post as well. I was unable to get down and could just stand there. Then he left briefly out of my sight and returned with a funnel that he connected to the tube in my mouth and attached it with another small rope to my head. If I would be kneeling I was sure someone would use that as pissoir, but standing as I was it would not be possible to piss inside. John then left again for a few minutes and came back with two bottles of beer. He poured both inside the funnel and they went straight down my stomach - but not to last long there, I could feel my bladder filling and releasing itself soon after and my ass got fuller and fuller.

John left me standing there then and went on his own business. I could not follow his moves since he was in corners I could not see, all I could do was stand here and sweat, exhausted as I was a big task. Suddenly I felt, heard and saw fluids spilling in and around the funnel - what I did not realize was the floor above, I was standing just underneath it and some of the guests found it funny to stand there and aim in the funnel with their piss. I would have protested, I would have moved away, but..... All I could do was feel all the piss go down into my stomach, filling it slowly, and of course nature does its way - some while after it ended up inside my ass. I dint know how many pissed up there, I could not see it, but luckily many missed the funnel and only part of it got down the tube. But after endless hours my ass was bursting and inside me I was begging for John to end this. I cold not say how much time passed, the bar filled and emptied several times, but I was glad to finally see John in front of me again, smiling as he did all day when he looked at me; he certainly enjoyed his toy suffering. He told me then it was time to leave and started undoing the ropes, taking off the funnel and told me to follow him. With my ass hurting form all the piss inside that was again a task by itself, and sweating, exhausted, and still not used to those oversized feet made it not easier.

It was another 20 minutes walk back to the hotel, and in front of it I could see a clock on a tower - it was already 4am, so another full day of tormenting was behind me - or at least I hoped it was over now. John turned me around and again released the tube of the plug - I think I was pressing out liters of piss, it was the best feeling of the past days to get it all out and I sighed inside me.... John noticed and told me that I had earned that relief for my good behave all throughout this day. I would have thanked him, but of course was not able to get anything out.

I hoped that I had done well enough to get released as well, but once again I failed.... We went upstairs into his room and instead of making attempts to release me he told me to stand legs spread. He disappeared briefly behind me and then I heard noises, right after that could see him with a harness in front of me. He produced the harness over my upper body, between the still cuffed hands and arms, buckled all straps tightly and last strapped it around and between my legs - it was a suspension harness and once it was tightly buckled on me he leads me to the corner of the room, lowered the winch there with a spreader bar attached and hooked the harness on to it. He went back to his closet and came back with a wide spreader bar, attached with chains to my ankles in these oversized boots and then started to lift me off the ground. The rooms were about 3,5 meters high and he did not stop before the winch had lifted me all the way up there. I was now freely hanging above him, my feet just in the height of his face. He anchored the winch and went to the bathroom, I could hear him take a shower and I would have given the world to be in that shower myself now, but... no go on that again. 15 minutes later he came out butt naked, looked at me and wished me a good night, switched off the lights and went to bed. If I could have said anything I might have shouted at him, but all I could do was suffer in my faith, hanging there at the ceiling while he had a good nights rest.

I tried to relax as good as the situation allowed, but I anyway could not do anything but hang there, swinging softly, give in to the situation and exhausted as I was I even fell a sleep, I sure would not have thought one can sleep like that, but the body just took what he needed, and that was sleep. I woke up a few times during night, but never long, too much sleep was needed and I always dozed away quickly again.

When I woke up again it was broad daylight, and when I looked at the bed it was empty. I did not know the time but John was gone and I was still hanging there. I worried at least another hour where he was or what he still had in mind, it was already Sunday and he was leaving with the evening flight again for some more business elsewhere. Finally the door opened and I saw John come in. He kept smiling and asked how I slept, I could obviously not reply so he told me that no reply means I am doing fine. I sure hated him for that, but in my inner deep must admit that I at the end will say I loved it all, as hard as it was.

Then he lowered me from the ceiling until I stood on the floor again and again he was feeding me iso-drinks and another 2 liters of water after that, saying I would sure need the fluids. It indeed made me feel a little better, but I was just too exhausted from both past days to feel anyway good. He told me then it was afternoon and that he would pack for the evening flight to be gone for about a week business, but then return. He had asked me to take off two weeks holiday, so I would not be allowed to go home, but would get some relief now for the time being.

He unlocked the spreader bar and started taking of padlocks - the overall and chain between wrists went off and I felt already better from only one removed piece. More padlocks went and he helped me out of that oversized chest waders as well. A bit of work to get it off but finally I felt better again, yet another huge item gone. Another padlock gone and the leatherjacket came off, the wrist shackles were removed and the long gloves went off - it was great to have slight feeling in the fingers again, even though they still were covered in the rubber of the suit. I expected him to continue but instead he led me into the bathroom and told me that he would show me how to clean myself.

I had to flush the rubber suit from the neck on with water, make sure to flush in all directions, of course the suit would fill up, so once it was getting too much I had to get down on my back and let all the water out at the neck again. I was to do that at least 6 times before I was clean of the sweat and other dirt inside the rubber. He told me I had to do that every morning else I would get in trouble. I did not understand why he said that, but he continued right away.

He would be gone a week in the neighbor country and I was to remain locked as I was in the meantime, eat/drink only fluids, nutritions and dissolved vitamins, would empty my ass regular through the tube, but for the rest remain locked inside the current remaining outfit. Due to the nature of the daily showers he would as well keep the tens switched off, not to cause unneeded troubles in that week. But I would have to remain locked in the clothes and mask, a stranger, unable to talk, unable to do much about it, and moreover, since I was most likely tempted to cut off the chains that held everything in place he had places at the beginning also another device I had not yet been aware of.

Under the rubber he fitted me a special collar around my neck, it had a strong electro shocker implemented, but that one was not going off when getting wet, but only going off on special signals. He also got my house prepared in the meantime. Once he activated I had about 2 hours time to get back to my house and into my living room. If not ... he pushed a button on a small device he held in his hand and incredible pain at my neck hit me instantly. Only for a few seconds but it was enough to know what he meant again. He continued that he had wired up part of my house, specifically a few of my rooms. As long as I stayed inside those rooms nothing would happen, but if I was to leave them or come too close to the doors that were wired, the device would set off on highest setting. I was allowed in the living room, kitchen and bathroom, all of them in my first floor. Windows and doors out were wired, just as well the door to the basement (with al my tools) and the upper floor. I would not be able to leave house or go up or downstairs, he also made sure no tools were present in the ground floor that could allow me to cut off any of the locks.

He smiles and said I should better get going if I wanted to be back home in time and that he would look forward to get back to me at his return end of next week. I looked at him with a look that would have shown my disbelief if the real face mask would not have remained neutral. I would have told him that I do not want that and rather be freed now, but he did not leave me much of a choice here. He handed me my housekeys and pointed to the door, and I knew... I better go now...

On my way walking home I again met many people staring and whispering, during daylight it was somehow strange in my outfit and I was not sure if nobody might have realized the facemask as well, but I could not even talk to anyone, how to explain, and I would definitely not have liked the embarrassment of telling anyone my current situation. So I made sure I get home quickly, and once arrived sat down in the living room on my couch..... The two hours had almost passed and once again I was exhausted, somehow the entire weekend was pretty tough.... I waited another half hour, thinking about what to do the coming week, I was off work, but without possibility to leave the ground floor it would not be a pleasant week, especially with all those clothes locked on me.... after that half hour I thought I had to know, had to test if he said the truth and slowly went closer to the frontdoor, I had not seen any wires or devices, so maybe it was a bluff, but as soon as I reahed about one meter from the door, I suddenly hears soem strong warning beeps, I was about to set someting off ... I retreated and tried the same with the stairway, again a meter away from it the beeps started. I thought he doesn't bluff and was not about to find out for real, so gave in to my situation ... I was kept prisoner in those rooms.

I checked the fridge; it was full with iso-drinks, on the counter on the kitchen lots of vitamins, and lots of water from the tab of course... I would have to live off that a week now ... but nothing left for me but wait ... John was a mean bastard, and vicious ideas in his mind, I would never have thought of that or even any of the past weekend itself either. but somehow during my thoughts about it I felt my dick awake and cause trouble again, I almost had forgotten about the chastity belt, but now it was clearly noticeable, I must like it somehow what he does with me ... and I better see to it that I find things to keep myself busy this week ... not that I had much choice ... but.. Well... as mad as I was for hat he did now with me, as much I began loving it already... so lets see how to spend the week and wait for what comes after ...