A hot S-M-Bondage relation of a special kind

Author: eckie
Title: A hot S/M-Bondage relation of a special kind
Date: 21 September 2005

We corresponded some while ago and I agreed to send you amended versions of your stories juste changing the grammar and the position of various words for you to use if you wished here is this one which I really enjoyed. I wish I had been that slave.

I just met my master recently, a totally new experience with all the impressions and toys he got to know now. Only recently I found out about my interests for SM and also realized the urge to be a slave to a superior man.

My office is about 1,5 hours away from my house, yet it is only 20 minutes to get to my master, so it is rather easy to decide where to spend the time off work. I do shift-work – working for 24 hours and then being 24 hours off again.

After work I was ordered to put a plug up my ass before leaving the office and – for discretion – when in the car to put on the one-piece biker suit and matching gloves he decided for me to be my daily default wear. Once arrived I was to add a pair of heavy boots with spiked inlays, so that walking was impossible and the only way to move was crawling on all fours or on my knees. Also the regular demand every arrival was to put on a heavy leather hood with pin eyes only and a big mouth filling gag had to be added too. The boots, hood, gag and the suit were padlocked at arrival each time, so that there was no way to take any of it off before my master allowed it.

I had gotten used to this outfit a lot, so that each time at work I felt naked, not being locked in it during that time. It felt much better to be forced down there on the floor with no options left for myself.

The day of the days

One Sunday my master told me that an acquaintance of his will visit together with his slave. I thought two masters and two slaves will be sure a great time.

Finally the weekend arrived and I had taken all of it free, so I did not have to work during that time. Impatiently I awaited the arrival of the visitors.

For this occasion I was to wear the hood, a harness and locked leather shorts, added was a collar, wrist restraints and the boots with the usual inlays. Attached were also ankle restraints. Of course I was again wearing the plug up my ass, just like it has to be for a slave.

Around 2 p.m. that Friday I suddenly heard a motorbike arrive. My master reminded me that I was only to speak when being asked a question – as it is at all times anyway, but he wanted to make sure I would behave perfectly during his friend’s visit, showing what a good slave he had made out of me in that time with him.

The doorbell rang and I crawled to the door as ordered by my master and opened it. In front of me I saw two guys, one of them already had his helmet off, obviously the master and the other guy still had his helmet on and was held by his master at the arm. I wondered why ... but I soon was to find out.

It was also obvious that this slave seemed not to enjoy his (second) skin. He was wearing a – for the time of the year – way too thick bike suit, it was lined with thick lambs fur and the hands were attached to the suit.

As soon as the door was closed, the slave’s hands were immediately locked on his back, only now I could see that it was not gloves attached to the suit but mittens forcing the slave to keep his hands as fists. The bike suit had a long zip on the back and on top of it lacing. Also on the legs and arms, lacings were attached to tighten the suit for a perfect fit. Additionally the suit had leather straps all over buckled up and also attached to the suit were the boots which also had ankle restrains with d-rings on.

When the visor of the helmet was pulled up I started shivering. Underneath I could now see that the slave also had a hood on which seemed to be attached to the suit as well. Just a very small hole at the mouth and two very small holes at the eyes were visible but the eyes seemed to be lenses not open holes. Also a thick collar was recognizable under the helmet.

I wondered if that was really the only opening to breathe ?? Also I wondered how it must feel to be taken somewhere without seeing or knowing anything.

The slave was led into the living room and his feet immediately attached to the hooks I had to place there earlier in the middle of the room. His legs were spread about 3 feet apart and two chains hanging from the ceiling above were then attached to the rings at the shoulders of the suit. Then they left the slave there while my master and his friend made themselves comfortable on the couch. I was to kneel in front of the two silently, head bowed and wait.

I gathered from their talk that the two visitors came from a town about 5 hours drive away. During a break for lunch, the master had taken the slave to the woods nearby a restaurant and chained him to a tree, leaving him there until he returned after having his lunch.

I felt sorry for the slave more and more – it was about 30 degrees at the moment so the slave must have been sweating like a pig inside his suit.

His master added that he chose on purpose a spot which was in the bright sun and when he returned after an hour, the pig – that is how he always referred to his slave – was whining a lot when he picked him up again.

My master only added smiling that it was probably a “little“ warm there for the pig.

The two chatted for over 2 hours while I was left silently to kneel there and the other slave stood silent, chained in the room. Then the other master went back to his slave, opened the flaps at the nipples and added a set of nipple clamps, closed the flaps again, then opened the zip on the ass of the suit to take out a plug which had been up the slave’s ass for the past 7 hour. The slave moaned but from the sound of it I was sure he was gagged under that hood as well.

The master grabbed his backpack and took out another plug, this one with tubes attached. He lubed it up and shoved it up the slave’s ass again. The two tubes of the plug were carefully inserted through holes in the suit and the suit was zipped up and locked again.

Then he opened the hood of the suit and removed the gag from the mouth of the slave, who immediately begged to be released, saying he would not be able to stay in that suit any longer. But the master did not listen and now grabbed a different gag from the bag. That new gag had a longer tube on one end, a shorter on the other. The long end was inserted into the slave’s mouth then and despite all protests the master kept shoving it down the throat of the slave who almost vomited. Once all the way inside and properly seated in the mouth of the slave, the master fitted the short tube end into the small hole of the hood, closed the hood again and tightened it as before. The slave was no longer able to make much noise and the gag was irremovably secured in place now.

I was wondering what he did to his slave. I had never seen such treatment before but it would not be long before I would find out more. The slave there looked even stranger now with the tubes showing out of the ass and the mouth.

The master now opened the suit at the crotch area and he took out another tube from the bag, a long thin tube with a t-piece at one end. The tube was inserted through another small hole in the suit first and then inserted into the slave’s dick. Once all the way inside the dick, the suit was closed and locked again. I had never seen such before, all those tubes but as well I had never seen such a suit before either. It had to be a unique piece, specially made for that slave.

But I felt my dick grow when I thought about how it would be if I would be placed in such a suit myself. But then I thought about the temperature at the moment, sweating already without any suit in only the shorts and hood. Maybe in late autumn or winter such a suit could be bearable but not now – no thanks ....

The master now started to connect the tubes of the slave. One tube from the ass was connected to the t-piece of the catheter. A large bag was attached to the chain above the slave and attached to the tube in the mouth. Then he ordered me to go to the kitchen and get as many beers form the fridge as I could carry. I did as I was told and came back with two 6-packs of beer. The master poured one can after the other in the bag above the slave and once finished, opened the valve and had it all flow down into the slave’s mouth. The slave felt it running down the throat but was unable to do anything since that tube went all the way down behind the throat.

The master then said: “The pig is settled now, so we can have our own fun now.“ He returned to my master and sat on the couch again and left that slave to his fate. I was ordered on all fours in front of them now and used as a footrest for both of them.

After some time the master went back to his slave and checked on him – the bag was empty by now. I was called by him then and told that the pig did not yet have enough to drink and was ordered to get another 4 liters of water in a bucket. The master emptied it all into the bag again and this time opened the valve complete – within 10 minutes all of the water now was gone again. The slave had drunk 7 liters fluid by now but how much of it ended up through the catheter in the ass was not clear to me. But it was easy to figure that the slave was not feeling well with all of it inside his stomach and ass.

The master now connected the mouth tube to the other end of the t-piece and opened that valve too. I could immediately see the piss going through the tube up into the slave’s mouth again. All connections now made a permanent recycle of the fluids, ass/bladder/mouth, it was circling permanently between them now. One could see the slave’s pain and discomfort but there was not much noise to come from his prison. “He’s settled now again for some time“ the master said and went back to the couch.

17.00 hrs

The master now said to my master that it was time to take care of me. They ordered me to follow them into the playroom and there I saw my master grab something out of a cupboard to which I never had access. It was a bike suit which looked very similar to the suit the other slave was wearing.

I was completely stripped by my master and then had to get into that suit. Once inside I was no longer able to do or say anything. I could also feel that there were some softer rivets inside those boots, not spikes as I usually had but still I could feel them when I was on my feet long enough. That suit was tightly strapped and laced on my body, the plug remained in my ass and a wide gag was produced before the hood was set over my head. That suit had also thick fur lining inside from head to toe. Breathing through the small nose holes became difficult now. I was then placed on a bench and strapped immobile onto it. Then they left me there to myself. What I did not know at that moment .. I was left there all night.

The next morning

I had not slept much at all this night, it was too hot inside that suit and breathing was too difficult, I was exhausted. Also – even though I was wearing the plug almost all the time when being with my master, I still wasn’t used to sleeping with it up my ass.

09.00 a.m.

My master came in and removed the straps that held me on the bench, then opened the hood to remove the eye covers that were inside and kept me in the dark but then immediately placed the hood back on again. I was glad to get at least some more air now but I was wrong – the eyes were not open now but still covered by plastic lenses, I was able to see now but still no more fresh air than before came inside the hood.

My master told me that he wanted to show me something first and he ordered me to follow him with my hands locked on my back now. I was led into the room where the other slave had been chained to the day before and nothing had changed. The slave was hanging in his chains standing spread just the way he was placed at the very beginning. But today things would change.

I was to watch how the two or them unchained the slave and dragged him outside into the backyard. The house was in a lonely area, no curious neighbors around. The slave was then chained between two posts in the middle of the yard. The sun was already shining bright down on him now.

I could see that the piss still was circling the way between mouth, bladder and ass. Then the two went back inside the house for breakfast and ordered me to follow, leaving that slave to his fate there out in the sun. I could see how much the two enjoyed watching the slave through the window, struggle in his chains while I was kneeling under the table silently waiting.

After they finished breakfast they told me that it would be up to me when that slave would be taken off his suffering position between the posts out there. I was not sure what they meant with that.

They ordered me outside to the garage, loaded me into the boot of the car and then left again back to the house to get dressed and grabbed a few more items, then they drove away with me in the boot.

I was not sure how far they were driving, I could not follow the directions either, as I was suffering the increasing heat inside the boot too much.

They stopped at a small opening inside the woods and got me out of the boot of the car. My master then told me: “As you see, there is only one path to follow here. You have to take it to get back home. It is up to you how long that will take and since it is supposed to get a nice warm day today, you won’t have it too easy anyway but still I think we have to add more inconvenience to your situation so we won’t see you getting bored too fast“ and both laughed.

The ankle restraints were now chained together and padlocked so that I could not make any normal steps but only very small steps. My hands still were padlocked on my back. That way they left me standing there and got back in the car and drove away.

I was feeling strange. I had never been left by my master like that in the wilderness and packed in the lined suit which would soon become heavier from the sweat soaking into the fur which would quickly make breathing even more difficult.

Luckily my master lived so far outside the town so I gathered I would not meet any people during my way back. But during the trip I still had to hide a few times in the bushes since in the distance I could see other people walking as well. It would not only make no sense to ask those for help since everything was padlocked but I would for sure have been way too embarrassed to be seen by any stranger in my current situation. One time I was very lucky to be able to continue the way back. When trying to hide again from some other people in the distance I slipped into a deep ditch. With no hands and the short chained legs it took me almost an hour to get out again. With the small holes for the eyes in the hood only it was difficult to get an orientation as to the directions but luckily the path did not split. I would not have known where to go but still, due to the fact that I did not even know where I was, it was frightening me a lot, sweating, exhausted, locked up alone out there having to find my way home.

After the 5 hours march

I as at the end of my strength, sweat had soaked into the lining of the suit all over. When finally arriving at the house I saw the other slave still hanging in his chains between the poles but hanging there in the chains absolutely powerless. He was there all the time in the heat of the sun. But if I gathered right, my return should get him off his miserable place. But the maters decided different.

“What took you so long“ I heard my master say. “I should punish you for taking so long, but I think we postpone that a little.“

I was now freed of the hood and the gag and was glad to see clearly again and get at least some fresh air to my face. I was then ordered to follow them into the backyard again where at one end a large barrel was located to collect the rainwater. Since it had not been raining for a while it was half empty but my master started filling it with cold water from the tube. When it was almost full he stopped and I heard the other master say that it was time to get his pig a bath. Should that be the end of the torture for him – for him and me?

The master went back to the other slave and took him off his chains. He supported him, being way too exhausted to walk on his own, and they came back over to us. He had him lay on the ground and then connected all d-rings of the suit together so that the arms and legs were almost immobile now. My master then helped him to grab that slave and then to my surprise they let him down into the barrel making sure he was completely under water for at least half a minute and making sure the water soaked completely into the entire suit. “A little refreshment cannot harm“ I hear the other master say. Then he made sure his slave was standing on his feet so that just the hood was above water now and then attached the rings of the shoulders to the left and right of the barrel. He could not fall or go under now and I was sure the cool of the water was more relief than a hassle even though it must feel awful to have all the fur lining soaked full with water now.

I was watching it because my feet hurt a lot from walking with those inlays in the boots I was kneeling all the time next to that barrel. My master then came to me and started attaching my d-rings the same way as they did with the other slave and I was afraid that I knew what came next. I was thrown inside the barrel just like the other slave now.

I was secured the same way as the other slave but they did not leave us there long but instead started undoing the other slave once I was secured and lifting him out. They then led him away, I could not see where. 10 minutes later they were back and took me out of the barrel as well. The water inside the suit made it extremely heavy and breathing was even more difficult than all the time before. I could hardly walk with all that weight in the suit and was supported by both while walked over to the center of the backyard again. There I saw the other slave already again chained between the posts just like he had been all the time before. So his suffering was not yet ended. But now I was chained spread in the same way between the posts, back to back with the other slave. It was only late afternoon and the sun still burned down pretty hot on us.

My master then said that we both would have to remain there until we were completely dry. They did not want us to mess up the house as wet as we were now. Then he said to the other master “Let’s have some coffee, they are settled for now“ and they left and went inside the house.

The suit was getting very hot quickly in the middle of the burning sun and I now knew what the other slave must have endured all day long and it did not take long to feel that the water even out of the fur was soon gone. The suit got stiffer now once the leather was dry and it felt as if it would have gone a bit tighter as well now. I was sweating again more than all the time before and was sure the other slave must be just the same.

We both were dry for sure by now when I heard the two masters behind me in front of the other slave. “That looks ok to me, so why not get over to town and rent a movie for the evening“ my master said, and the other replied “The sun will be here another hour at least so that will be ok then since we will probably be gone for two hours.“

Then my master came in front of me and removed the hood, took out the gag I had in and then I saw him holing that same type gag in his hands as the slave already had. A long tube was inserted in my mouth down my throat. I gagged a lot but managed not to vomit, probably from being exhausted too much already. Once fitted, the other end of the gag was put through the hole in the hood and the hood went back on. I now realized what the other slave had to go through already having that gag inside since the day before. Also now a catheter was inserted just like the other slave. It burned like hell. I had never felt such pain before but there was nothing I could do, only silent moaning came from my gagged and tubed mouth.

Then the tubes were interconnected differently, my piss was running into the other slave’s mouth, his piss into mine. I had not drunk much that day but the other slave still recycled all the fluids he was fed at the beginning so immediately I could feel my stomach fill up once the valves were opened. I heard the other master say that we would be settled and not get thirsty for sure until they returned and the next thing I could hear was the car being started and driving away.

At least another two hours we would be left here suffering. I was not sure if I would make it, sure the other slave survived all day like it so far but I was not used to any such heavy treatments and was not sure how to get though it. But there was not much to do – we could only stand here, let each other’s piss recycle and let the sweat fill up the suits in the burning sun. Luckily in about an hour the sun would go down and at least give a slight relief in temperature.

The two masters went to the next town but did not check for a video to rent right away, instead they went to a cafe and talked.

The other master asked how long my master had known me and he told him that I had been his slave for 4 months now. The other master replied that he had his slave for almost 4 years already. My master asked then how long he would like to still keep his slave inside that suit as it must have been over 30 hours by now that he had been locked inside.

But the other master then replied that it was not true as in fact his pig did not have to work Thursday and Friday so when he arrived at his place he showed him that suit. He said how anxious his slave was when he saw that suit first time, thinking how horny it would be inside it. So he told his slave that, since he did not have to work the days after, he could try that suit on to see how it fits and to get a bit used to it. He sure liked it and put it in right away. At first of course I left off the blindfold, gag and plug so as not to scare him right away. I told him to sleep in it and see how well he did. Obviously he did fine since the next morning he asked me if he could stay in it all day too. He did not know I had that planned anyway. I told him that I would have to go to work but would like to try some features first to see if they worked well with the suit.

I locked his wrists at the back and also locked all the d-rings of the straps making him immobile. I asked how it felt and he said it was great, unable to move much or get out now. Then I placed the hood on and laced it tight. I asked him again how he felt and I could only hear some silent grunting of course. That was when I got the plug inserted too. He tried resisting but it was too late now. With the plug in place then I told him that he would have to stay all day like that and when I returned from work I would see further. He obviously tried complaining but he no longer had any say in it. He was already completely captured inside the suit.

I told him he was my pig and nothing but a pig and he deserved to sweat all day in the suit unable to breathe easily, unable to move much. I then grabbed him by the feet and dragged him into my playroom. There I fixed him with legs spread to the floor and shoulders chained to the ceiling and told him he would have to wait for my return. He sure tried to struggle and complain but as you know there was not much he could do any more once locked there.

My master asked why he did that in such hard approach right away but the other master just replied that this pig was his slave and nothing but that so he would deal with him in whatever way his master wanted. There was no choice for a pig slave like him anymore.

He continued that when he returned from work at the evening, his pig was pretty exhausted hanging in the chains. He took off the hood and gag and fed him some beer, about 3 liters of it. The hood and gag went back on and he then enjoyed himself in a long cold shower while his slave remained hanging there. After that he took his slave off those chains and had him lay on the bench. The gag then was replaced with the current tube gag and the pig was fed another few liters of water. Then the original gag went back in, the hood sealed up properly again and the slave was strapped tight to the bench. That was when I told him that he would not get out of the suit until after that weekend.

He sure struggled and tried to get free, panicked even a bit but you know how secure that suit is. There is no chance of escape at all.

My master asked, what about pissing then ? The other master just replied: I told you he’s inside that suit since Wednesday, piss or not does not matter to me. Also the plug was removed only Friday when we arrived.

My master was impressed and said that I never had that suit on before either nor even knew it existed. Also he had not taken me that rough before either and since I was in that suit from Friday onwards already he was quite impressed with my endurance. Not that I would have had a choice too but still it was the first time for me that rough.

The other master asked if my master felt sorry for me but my master said that he didn’t – at the end I was his slave and was to endure whatever treatment he had in mind for me. But still, since I was not that experienced yet he wanted to make sure I could not get enough from being slave and run away. He rather liked owning me and getting me to anywhere he wanted to bring me, sometimes taking longer due to my inexperience but still having got me to accept anything he wanted sooner or later.

The two finished their talk and decided to get that video now as it was time to get back. It took longer than planned already.

Meanwhile back at the house the two slaves sweating heavily, both were standing over 3 hours now back to back chained to the posts, recycling each others piss continuously. Breathing was heavy, tasting the sweat drained air out of the suits. Both wondering how long they would be able to still hold up with their situation.

I could not talk for the other slave but imagining the nipple clamps, the big plug, the days inside the suit for that long time already sure were the hell for him. For myself I was not sure what hurt most, the plug in my ass now since Friday morning, the tube in my throat, the catheter or was it the heat inside that lined suit. At the end all of it was terrible and I wanted out.

8.30 p.m.

The two masters arrived back and first the other master went to his slave and started removing the nipple clamps. The slave was so exhausted that he did not realize it at first but when they were suddenly removed you could hear him scream into his gag and his body struggled heavily with the pain and me being tied to his back feeling each move of it. On one hand I was glad to know they were back again but feeling the other slave’s pain made me afraid of having to go through something similar.

Then they unchained us and led us back to the house. My master took off my hood and gag, removed the catheter with a great pain and told me then that I was allowed to get something to drink from the fridge. I thanked him and when I came back after that I saw the other slave already also having his tubes removed and the hood and gag removed too. His master asked him how he felt and he replied that he was exhausted and could not go any further and begged to be released of the suit. His master first fed him a large amount of water and then also helped his slave out of the suit while my master also helped me out of mine.

We both then were allowed to have a shower and ordered to return back to the living room when we were finished. After such long sweaty time in the suits it was a great pleasure just to have the water of the shower run over our bodies and we did not talk or moved much but both just stood under the shower and enjoyed it. After 15 minutes under the shower we toweled each other off and went back to the living room where the two masters already sat at the table with dinner on the table. We both sat on the floor next to the table and all together had dinner, the masters chatting, the two of us silent. You could see that we both felt a lot better already now.

My master said that the evening was young and they should use it. Both of them then ordered us into the playroom where our hands were locked on the back again. We both were hooded with hoods that had no eyes but this time luckily they were not fur lined so were not as hot as the ones on the suit. Also we did not get gagged this time. Both masters played another 2 or 3 hours excessively with the two of us, making sure though we did not cum after that long time it was hard not to be allowed to since we both were very horny by then.

After that it was bedtime for all of us. The masters went to bed and allowed us both to sleep the night without any other clothes but the hoods remained on and we were placed back to back on the floor, our cuffed hands locked together and as well our ankles locked to each other’s ankles. There was no turning around that night in that position but after what we had been through prior to this night we both fell a sleep quite quickly.

The next morning

We were untied to get up and then our hands were locked in the front, the hoods were taken off and each of us got a collar around the neck, both collars joined by a short 3 feet long chain. We were then ordered to prepare breakfast for all. Unused to being connected with someone else we had to coordinate our moves, trying without speaking to make each other aware of what to do since speaking was as usual not allowed to us. But we managed to get a good breakfast on the table and with the masters at the table and the both of us still chained together on the floor we had a long enjoyable breakfast together.

The other master in the end then said what a great weekend it was and that it should be repeated soon and then asked what he should have his slave to wear since they had not taken anything with them except what the slave arrived in. So he got up and returned shortly after with the suit again, the other slave looking scared towards it. My master asked if he wanted to lock him in there again but the master then just replied that they didn’t have anything else here and ordered his slave to get inside the suit immediately. He obeyed with a sad look on his face and once inside the suit the eyes were covered, a gag added again and the hood tightened up again.

The other master then said that this way his slave looked much better than before and that it was time then to get on the way back home. He placed the helmet on the slave’s hooded face and then mentioned that it seemed something was missing. He grabbed in the bag again and took the plug out again, shoved it up his slave’s ass and closed the suit again proper. The slave moaned but there was not much to hear, gagged, hooded and with the helmet ... He then took his slave outside, placed him on the bike, had a short last chat with my master and then they drove off.

My master then stood in front of me asking me about the weekend. I told him that the walk in those boots with the inlay was almost unbearable but as well the long standing in the sun and sweating was very hard but at the end I sure enjoyed it. And when my master asked if I would repeat this I could only give him a clear yes to it.

Since I was pretty exhausted from the weekend, my master allowed me to rest for the remainder of the day as I had to get up at 4 a.m. next morning for work again. My master placed a hood on me again without eyes, cuffed my hands in front of me and chained them loosely to the collar, cuffed my ankles together and then led me into the playroom in the cage. He locked it and told me that I should rest not until next morning. I indeed slept quite well most of that time and felt well then when I got out to go back to work. My master told me that he would expect me the next weekend back again for some more sweaty times.

I was actually looking forward to that, even though it was a very hard time this weekend but all week I was looking forward to Friday to be able to get back to my master again. It felt so much better being with him as his slave than being on my own at home.

Finally Friday arrived and I was happy to spend another weekend with my master, being curious what he had planned this time since he mentioned last weekend already about some more sweaty times. As usual I went to the toilet before leaving the office and got the plug inserted, once outside in my car in the parking garage I also changed again into the bike suit as usual, put on the gloves and started the car. It was a warm day again so that I felt hot inside already but compared to the weekend before this was actually a cold outfit.

When I arrived I placed the hood and gag on immediately and just wanted to add the boots with the spiked inlay when my master came to me as said I should not use the inlays this time. I was surprised but did as ordered. When I was complete he told me to get out into the garage and wait behind the car and he would come after me. I went to the garage and went down on my knees behind it, just as I had learned that being on knees is my position if not told different.

I saw my master come shortly after with a large duffel bag in his hands. He opened the boot of the car, ordered me to get inside, hogtied me by locking wrist and ankle restraints together and then threw the duffel bag on top of me before closing the lid and soon after we drove off.

We were driving at least an hour. I could not follow the directions and so was lost in terms of the location when we stopped. When I was let out of the boot I saw we were in some sort of park area that I had never been to before. It was quiet apart from a few people in far distance walking through this park. Lots of trees, open areas, many places where people would just sit and enjoy the area. I thought it must be some sort of recreational park. My master handed me the duffel bag and told me to follow him. We went towards some woods nearby, went deeper inside until we reached a small opening surrounded by several thick bushes, definitely not to see from anyone who might be passing by on the paths nearby.

My master then told me to strip completely and only keep the plug in. I did as ordered while he emptied the duffel bag. First thing he gave me were some earplugs to insert into my ears. I never had that before so it took a bit to have them proper inserted and immediately I was hearing only muffled sounds when my master spoke to me and could not hear any more surrounding sounds clearly either.

Next item my master produced was a pair of rubber chastity shorts. I had worn them once before so put them on easily. Before closing the front flap though he told me to stop and then took out a tens unit, again something I never had before and he placed a cock ring around my dick and balls, adding some elastic straps around my dick at the bottom of it and around the dickhead. He wired it all and made sure the ends of the wires were safe outside before closing the front flap and padlocking it. The plug and the tens were now securely in place. Then he took some duct tape and taped the box of the tens unit on my back, just above the beltline of the shorts. It was a remote controllable unit, so he switched it on standby and then enclosed it completely with tape around my body. I was sure it would not fall off now.

Then my master showed me the suit from last weekend again, telling me I would have to wear it again but before giving it to me he now inserted those spiked inlays I usually wear at his home, making it impossible to actually walk in it after I was inside. He ordered me to sit and helped me then get inside the suit. Occasionally I had to be on my feet to get the suit up over my body and the spikes of the inlays were very painful but as soon as the suit was over my shoulders I could sit on the ground again, not of course without pressing my plug deeper inside then.

Before putting the hood on, he closed the eyes with black lenses and then inserted a large gag into my mouth. Then he told me that it would be a long night for me and he would not pick me up before the next day. I was wondering what he meant but was soon to find out. He then placed the hood over my head and it got all dark around me. Luckily it was evening and no sun burning down on me but still it was getting hot inside the suit already.

With the addition of the thick lined hood it also got all silent now. I could not even hear my master walking or talking at all, only could feel now when he touched me. He then led me crawling towards some trees near us and then indicated me to kneel there with my back on the tree, one leg to the left and one to the right of it. Then I could feel him using all the d-rings on the suit, locking them all together between the legs, locking my arms to the sides of my body, then locking my ankles behind the tree together and then using a lot of rope to slowly immobilize my entire body in its current position to the tree. Twenty minutes later I was totally immobilized, all leathered, hot and sweaty kneeling in the dark at that tree. I thought that I heard my master say something to me but with the earplugs under the hood I could not understand him. I was isolated from the world at that moment, not hearing, not seeing, not speaking, only feeling the lined suit and the tree in my back.

Right then I could feel the tens unit starting, slowly at first, pausing for some time and getting back on again in a different pattern, obviously some random setting. It must have been around 10 p.m. now I thought, interrupted by a very heavy shock on my dick from the tens. The shocks came in different intervals and in different strengths and I was concentrating on that much more than thinking about where my master was – in fact I noticed then that for quite some time I did not notice him around at all – did he really leave me here alone, in some park in the night all alone – what if someone came by and found me like that .... But then again we were away from the public paths and the trees and bushes covered any sight on this helpless body here on the tree.

I tried listening to the surroundings but there was nothing, only my own breathing and my own heartbeat, nothing else to make out. How long was I here now, how long before I would get released, how long to suffer here .. I did not know and during all the time the tens did its work. I even came at least twice from the stimulation of it but also had terrible moments of extreme strong shocks going through my dick and balls – each of those making me contract each muscle – by that fucking myself regularly with the plug inside my ass. I was horny at one time, suffering the other moment and totally lost track of time. I even thought I slept some moments in between but I could not really tell. I was totally isolated with myself and could not tell anything.

My master had been driving home in the meantime, preparing other things for this weekend, having a smirk on his face most of the time, thinking of his slave out there in the woods suffering and not knowing when he would be picked up again, probably being afraid to be detected by some strangers but he knew the area and had played there often in the past. It was a safe area. No one ever got to that part of the park off the normal paths yet the idea of having strangers close made it much more interesting.

Of course my master could leave me there all weekend, I would not have any chance to do anything against it but he had other plans for later in the night. He wanted to try some other things with me that we had not done before and wanted to see how far I would agree and cope with it.

Once he was finished preparing some things he planned he has a long relaxed dinner and watched a movie. It was around 2 a.m. when he decided it was time to pick up his slave again. So he drove back to the park, another hour driving. When he reached the spot where he tied me to the tree he could find me just the way he left me, silently moaning into my gag each time another shock hit my balls and dick. I did not hear him arrive so I was scared and shocked the first moment when I suddenly felt someone touching me. I was afraid what to say to explain my situation but then I felt the ties slowly being removed and when the padlocks were one by one removed I was certain that it had to be my master. Glad to be released I waited hoping to get the hood and earplugs removed as well, but he left them all on. Instead he attached a leash to the collar and dragged me along. I crawled as well as it could without orientation to follow him. Back at the car I was put in the boot again, hogtied again and could feel the car moving right after. Another hour later I was taken out of the boot again and had to follow my master on the leash again. This time I thought I recognized the direction. We were at his home again and I was led right into the playroom. During all time the tens unit kept working, partially distracting my movements, each strong shock causing some spastic moving around. When we stopped I could feel my master open the back of the suit and take out the plug. It was a great relief for me and I hoped to get out of everything now but I was wrong again.

Instead he dragged on the leash indicating for me to stand up. It hurt a lot to stand on the spiked inlay but I obeyed, whining a little into my gag from the pain it caused though. Still I could neither hear nor see anything.

He then led me carefully a few steps back and I felt a chair at my legs. He pressed me slowly downwards indicating for me to sit down. But when I was half way down I could suddenly feel something on my ass again. It was another dildo attached to the seat of the chair and he wanted me to sit right on it. It was well lubed and with some effort, speeded up by the fact that I hurt a lot on my feet standing on the spiked inlay I managed to sit on the plug, bigger than I was used to having but being stretched already from the prior plug I managed to take it.

The next I felt was my legs and arms being securely strapped to the chair. Also my hips, lower and upper body were securely strapped on to it, some more rope on the collar and hood fixing it to the chair and ceiling made also that part immobile again.

Then my master opened the flaps at my nipples and I could feel the bite of nipple clamps. I wanted to cry out but the gag successfully prevented more than a silent mumbling. My master then opened the crotch area of the suit and, with a great deal of effort, managed to open the flap of the chastity shorts as well, not to remove anything but to add a catheter now. Again I wanted to cry out from the cutting pain I felt but again I could not really make any big noise. A tube was attached to the catheter and all was locked up safely again. Then my master opened the hood and took off the current gag but just to replace it with the well known gag with the long and short tube, forcing it down my throat and immediately then closing the hood properly making sure I again could not move my head.

The next step was to add a large bucket, fixing it at the ceiling above my head. It had an outlet at the bottom to which he now connected the tube of my gag. The bucket was filled with 10 liters of water. But he kept the valve still closed.

Another bucket was placed in from of the chair, hanging on a rope from the ceiling, but this rope lead through a small wheel on a hook at the ceiling and the rope then was leading towards the chain between the nipple clamps. He attached it there and the weight of the bucket already started to pull on them. I again wanted to cry out but now there was nothing coming from my mouth anymore.

The tube of the catheter now was placed over that bucket in front of me and fixed in a way that if I pissed it would fill the bucket slowly, adding to its weight.

Then my master flipped a switch on the side of the chair – and immediately – added to the shocks on my balls and dick I could also feel more shocks in my ass now. At first quite nice and stimulating but also randomly changing to massive but I started filling the bucket in front of me. At first of course I did not notice much difference in its weight, but that would change ...

My master then opened the valve of the bucket over my head and immediately the water started flowing down my throat, slow but constant – and the more I got into my stomach, the more I would have to piss, supported by the shocks in my ass there was nothing I could do to hold it back.

What I did not hear was that my master wished me a good night and went off to bed, I was still isolated from the world but now feeling extreme sensations of pain in my ass, dick, balls and tits. Unable to move an inch I had to let it happen not knowing how long I would have to suffer and of course there was not a thought on getting any sleep, as tired as I was from the night already, I had enough to do concentrating on each shock, each pain, the bucket filling slowly ... it was indeed a long night as my master said at the beginning...

I completely lost track again and was totally surprised by suddenly having the nipple clamps taken off – the pain was incredible and if I would not have been gagged I am sure the entire neighborhood would have heard it. My master was back and it was already late in the morning. I had spent several hours suffering here on the chair. He released me form all straps holding me on the chair and removed hood and gag as well. He helped me stand up slowly to get off the plug and had me sit immediately on the floor again, helping me out of the suit then as well.

He told me to have a shower and then come to have breakfast. I enjoyed the shower a lot. After all the suffering it felt great and even though I was very tired and exhausted, I felt fresher after that. Back in the kitchen I sat on the floor having some breakfast with my master sitting on the table. He told me that he was very pleased with me going through the last night’s treatment and wanted to ask me something. I listened curiously but instead of talking further he only handed me a piece of paper, telling me to read and decide.

I read: „Contract of voluntary servitude“ and it was a slave contract, binding me permanently to him as his property, rules, rights (or the loss of them), duties and so on. I looked up to him after I read it and he told me that he would like to finalize my status as his slave, for now and for good and if I would agree to it, I should sign it and leave my future to his hands.

I was feeling much better being his slave than I ever felt being on my own and, even though the last weekend and last night were really heavy, I still knew that I did not have to hesitate. It was what I wanted more than anything else so I signed it and handed it back to him on my knees.

He smiled and told me that I made him proud, proud to have gained my trust, trust to take over my entire life and control every aspect of it from now on. It sounded strange on one hand to hear it but it also made me feel comfortable. I knew I could trust my life in his hands and I enjoyed knowing he was in control of it.

My master then said that obviously I enjoyed the sweating in the suit a lot and he has some other outfits for me for the rest of the weekend. We went back to the playroom and he then handed me a heavy full rubber suit. I put it on with his help as it was the first time for me to wear a full rubber suit. Before I had only worn smaller rubber items but it felt immediately great and I enjoyed it a lot.

He told me that from now on this suit would be my permanent wear unless he ordered something different. The suit had feet attached but no gloves or hood, also the collar of the suit was not high so could easily be hidden under street clothes. He told me that if not told any different, I was to wear this suit at all times.

The suit had a separate sheet for my dick and balls on the front and when putting it on I felt as well on the rear end something to insert to my ass. My master explained that it was a rubber tube that would still allow me to shit and also of course to insert anything into my ass, also the sheet on the front had a hole on its top to release piss or of course to insert a catheter any time. Once I had suited up completely my master immediately inserted a catheter again and injected some fluid into its bag to make sure it wouldn’t come out by itself again. He locked the valve of it to ensure nothing gets out for now. Also immediately my usual plug was inserted in my ass, helping the tube on the back to be placed properly inside my ass too.

My master then took a neck chain and placed it around my neck, a small padlock made sure it would remain on and additionally he included the end of the zipper in the padlock, making sure I would not take that suit off either without him unlocking it. The suit also had two small zips right at the place of the nipples. My master told me that there was no need to take that suit off even for that anymore.

My master then told me that it was time to make sure I would not get cold again and told me that the suit could hardly be worn in public so he had some other clothes prepared for me to wear, some that would not necessarily be taken off only for being outside the house and still could be combined with other things while inside the house.

He had some clothes made for me during the week, specially prepared for his purposes. First he gave me was a pair of pants, heavy lined with think lamb fur. They were like old pilots used to wear to keep warm in the open planes up in the cold air. They were very thick and went almost up to the chest, suspenders keeping them up. Next he produced a pair of heavy leather boots, also lined with thick fur, a zip on the front to have easy entry and then I saw that they were modified. Inside they had loops and also the pants had matching loops, a strap put through all of them ensured the boots remained connected to the pants, a padlock inserted after the zips were closed made sure they could be taken off anymore. The padlock hiding well with all the fur made it almost unnoticeable.

Then my master took a jacket, just like that pants they were like old flight jackets, very thick and heavily lined with the same thick fur. He helped me inside and again I could see it being modified, just like with the boots it also had additional loops at the bottom inside, matching with loops on the pants again, so that another strap around my waist through all the loops perfectly sealed that jacket to the pants. He zipped it shut and the collar was a high lined collar too, he left it open at the moment.

He added a rubber hood to my head now with only a very small hole at each eye, nose holes and open mouth. After tucking it into the rubber suit he added another heavy leather hood, very stiff and thick leather, eyes were zipped shut so that I could no longer see anything. The mouth also had a shut zip on it and he first laced the hood tightly on my head and then I could hear a zip on top of the lacing being shut and padlocked. Next I felt was a collar around my neck, again I could hear a padlock ensuring it stays in place.

He then told me to slip my hands into the gloves – thick leather gloves, also lined with thick fur just like the pants and jacket. They reached just to the top of the sleeves an, as the jacket and boots, there were also loops inside that matched loops on the sleeve of the jacket, a strap padlocked to it ensured they would not be taken off again. Then he again told me to slip my hands inside and helped me slip into some heavy mittens. Once each hand was inside and I was only able to keep my gloved hands in a fist he padlocked them as well.

My master then added the final touch, heavy steel shackles. First the ankles, the shackles pressing the boots tighter to my ankles, a one foot long chain ensuring only small steps could be made and of course padlocked. Even though I was still standing I could feel they must be very heavy.

My master then told me that he likes my outfit. I was looking good like that and would have to stay like that for the time being. He wanted me to see it though, so opened the zips of the hood and led me in front of a large mirror. I was at first scared of the view but then started to like it. The clothes I was wearing indeed could go through as street clothes, though, not in summer as we have now, people would think I am crazy being dressed so warmly but the rest I saw was looking weird. The hood has long spikes all over, the leather was hard to see, each spike almost 20 cm long and at least I knew now why it was so heavy. My head looked like a hedgehog now. But also the collar he locked on had spikes all around, each of them at least as long as the ones on the hood. I looked down to my hands and the mittens as well had spikes, about 10 cm long and all over them, these hands definitely were out of use, I would not be able to touch anything with them but as well I would not be able to lay down with my head so bid full of the spikes.

My master then told me to follow him upstairs with only those little holes in each eye and the chains being rather short I had trouble following him but managed to stay close until we reached the garage again. In the corner of the garage I now saw a small box I had not seen before. My master opened the lid of the box which was separated into two parts with two small and one large hole along the joint. Then he opened the front side of the box too and told me to sit inside facing him. I stepped inside turned around and carefully went down to sit, leaning on the back of the box. My head was above the top of the box. He placed each knee on to the sides of the box and strapped them on to it, and then he closed the front of the box again and locked it in place. Next told me to bend forward and closed the smaller half behind my head so that my neck fitted into the bigger spare in that lid, ordered me to get both my hands to the left and right of my head into the spaces of the lid as well before closing the front half of it, securing my head and my wrists in it. With the spiked collar and the spiked mittens they would definitely not slip though at all and after he padlocked the lid on both sides it was sure that I wasn’t going anywhere quickly.

He told me then that he had errands to run and I would just have to wait for his return. He stepped into his car and left and when the automatic garage door closed it got dark again. I was sitting there trying to get any more comfortable but soon found out that with my knees fixed to the sides and my head and hands secured there was not much movement for me. Also being inside that box started heating up, already the clothes were doing their thing to make me sweat, the box just enhanced it a lot. Soon enough I was sweating heavily again, not being able to get any relief but doomed to sit and wait.

After what seemed a few hours the garage opened again and my master came back. But instead of coming over to me he just left into the house not even taking any notice of me. I was left there stored like a piece of equipment that is not needed.

Another two hours passed before my master came back to me. He unlocked the box and helped me out of it, removed the mittens, collar and hood and also the rubber mask but I was left inside the other clothes. It was good the get some cool air to my head yet I was still sweating a lot in the thick clothes. My master then told me that it was time to get used to that outfit in public. He had some shopping to do and I was to get it done for him. I looked surprised, to be outside in those thick clothes would look weird to people but then again I had given him the right to decide about everything and was to obey him at all times.

He gave me a list of groceries to get and told me where the next shop was located. It was about 40 minutes walk away and he told me to hurry but to make sure I got there before they closed. He gave me some money and told me to go. When I left the garage I immediately felt the heat of the sun adding to my heated suit and the sweat started running even more as it already did. I really had to hurry to get in time to the shop as not having a watch with me I could not tell the time. It was more exhausting than I thought. Every step was a torture after some time but finally I made it to the shop in time. On the way I had seen several people staring at me strangely. I am sure they were either laughing or spotting on me, walking in the heat dressed like that. I wonder what they would have thought if they knew what was underneath the leather.

In the shop I tried to get all the things on the list together and then found out it was a huge amount of stuff to buy. In the end I filled 6 heavy bags with it. The guy at the counter made a stupid remark about my outfit, being insane to walk around like that, but I ignored it nothing else to do but that for me.

Having to carry those heavy bags made the way home a lot more difficult and I was more than just exhausted when I finally arrived as the entire trip had taken me over two hours. My master laughed when I finally entered the kitchen with all the bags but he told me he was proud that I had not complained about this order and had done well doing it. He told me where to store all the groceries and then to prepare dinner for both of us.

It was cooler inside the house, yet with the sweat making my clothes even heavier I did not really get any cooling at all. But I managed to clear all the bags and even get some dinner fixed within half an hour after that. I prepared the table for him and a plate for myself on the floor and was then looking for my master. He was in his study and I knelt next to him. He knew it was to report the dinner being ready and told me to get back in the kitchen and he would follow soon. I went back as told and knelt next to my plate on the floor waiting for him and when he came and sat at the table I waited until he allowed me to start. It was not easy with the thick gloves to get my dinner but I managed to finish and once done I started clearing the table. My master nodded and told me that he could see I would sure make him proud in future and that he would not regret having taken me on permanently as his property.

He then went to the playroom again with me and started taking off all the heavy leather so that at the end I was standing only with the rubber suit, plugged and cathetered. He then added a the rubber hood from before again and added again the gag with the tubes. This time it was not as bad as before to shove it down my throat. I seemed to get used to that slowly. He then added a t-piece to the top of the tube of the gag and I wondered what it was for. The catheter got connected to one side of the t-piece and then my master took a heavy rubber straitjacket out of the wardrobe in the corner and held it in front of me. I slipped my arms in it and could feel the heavy weight of it immediately. He buckled it up on the back and then with my arms through the loops on the front and sides of the jacket buckled shut on the back as well.

Then he told me that he would have guests around this evening but since I had enough exhausting activities this night it was time for me to get ready for sleeping. He would now show me how I would sleep almost every night.

Another thing I had not noticed ever before was an opening in the wall of the playroom, like a secret door almost but horizontal and about 1 meter off the ground. Once he opened that lid I could see a small space inside just enough to lay down in it. The bottom was padded and I could see a sleep sack and many straps inside. He told me to get inside and lie there straight. I managed with his help to lie inside there and then he helped me get inside the sleep sack, which turned out to be a heavy fur lined army sleepsack. He zipped it up and then used the straps to fix me in that position. It was rather comfortable to lie there even if I could not move much and the rubber still kept me sweaty. Once secured inside my master connected another tube to the second part of the t-piece on my gag and then also closed the attached hood of the sleep sack around my head so that only the tube was visible. Breathing got harder but I could still get plenty air through the remaining hole.

He told me then that he would be back in the morning to release me and that I should enjoy my rest. It was only about 9 in the evening no, so I had plenty time to rest but wondered why I was not allowed to serve his guests this night. Maybe they were not bdsm friendly and he did not want them to see me. Well it was is decision anyway. I tried to relax and once he closed the front lid of this small compartment, the last bit of light that came through was gone too. I was exhausted but not yet tired so was jut laying there sweating more and more again, this time knowing that it would be all night again.

I could hear the doorbell ring several times in the next hour. Obviously his guests had arrived. I was wondering who they were, but it seemed not to be for me to know. I started getting thirsty a bit and then noticed I had not pissed since the tubes were connected. I should have drunk some more before getting packed away so that at least I could recycle but I would have to wait now ...

Suddenly I felt piss going down my throat, I did not taste it because of the tube being so deep down the throat but I definitely knew it was not myself pissing. I started realizing what the second tube on the t-piece was for, it obviously was connected somewhere upstairs and whenever my master had to piss it would feed me. I felt good knowing that I was allowed that sort of use for my master and even got a little hard thinking of him now standing upstairs on the toilet and him knowing that he is feeding me right now.

It was a lot of piss going down my stomach and shortly after I felt that my own piss came through the catheter, the recycling started ... But then again after only a little while, again piss came down the tube. I was surprised my master needed to piss so quickly again but after it stopped it took only a few minutes before the next rush came down. Within 15 minutes I felt at least 7 times piss coming down and I realized it was not my master alone using me as toilet. It must have been also his guests. My stomach filled up a lot and I constantly pissed though the catheter as well. It was a constant stream now cycling though my body. I was wondering if his guests knew where the piss went or if they were not told. But somehow after some time I felt more and more proud that even while being locked away my master still made a good use of his new property.

The piss still came down several more times and it got more and more uncomfortable to be filled up that much but with the constant cycle I got used to it and at some point I even fell a sleep as the exhaustion of the day caught up with me. I woke up several times – from the sweating, from the recycling, form the fact that I could not turn. I was not sure but I went back to sleep each time again. In the dark of my compartment I could not tell the time and once I felt rested enough I was wondering what time it might be - was it still night, were the guests still there, was it already day. I could not tell. It took another 2-3 hours before finally the lid of the compartment was opened, my master disconnected the tube from one end of the t-piece but left the other. He helped me out of the sleep sack and out of the compartment and also removed the straitjacket. Then he told me to get upstairs and get breakfast done. I did as I was told but still had all the piss from the night inside me so felt quite uncomfortable. My master had closed the valve at the catheter so that all the piss stayed inside now. When breakfast was done my master came and sat at the table, me still being gagged I was unable to have anything so just stayed kneeling next to the table.

When he had finished he finally took off the gag and hood and allowed me some food and water as well. I did not drink much of it though and he knew why. After I cleaned up the table he ordered me to the playroom again and told me to put on my lined clothes again and once all was padlocked he added some suspension restraints to the boots. Then he told me to walk over to the shower in the playroom. Once inside he locked my wrists to the left and right on to the wall, placed a tube at the neck deep inside the rubber suit, the showerhead just above my head and turned on the water. The suit filled up quickly inside the rubber but as well the fur of the clothes soaked with all the water. It was cold water, so a relief but also my entire body got very heavy. He told me I would have to stand here for an hour, that should get me clean inside.

He returned after that hour and saw me exhausted trying to keep standing with all the weight on me. He turned off the water and told me to get to the center of the room. The room’s floor was tiled so it was no problem that I splat water all over now. He told me to sit down and doing so a large swell of water already came out of my clothes. He then locked the suspension restraints on my boots to a winch and slowly lifting me upside down to the ceiling. All the water inside my suit now splashed out to the floor and after having left me hanging there for about 15 minutes I was taken off again.

Still the water in the fur was heavy and it would take a long time to dry, but my master knew that. He ordered me out to the terrace in the back of the house and in the middle of it he had me stand my legs to the sides of a large hook embedded in the floor. He used the heavy steel shackles, looped them through the hook and locked them. The sun was shining right on me again and again I started sweating, but also the clothes started drying. He told me it will take probably 3-4 hours to get dry, and he would get back to me then, I could stand or sit here as I wanted. I decided to sit down, I could not go anywhere with the chains locked to the hook, so has to endure the heat of the sun for the time being. At least my head was free, that really made it much easier to sweat inside all the clothes.

After 4 hours my master returned and unlocked my shackles, but only to take them off the hook, then relocked them on my ankles again. We went back to the playroom again and he told me he had a last addition to the current outfit. He took a box he had received and got out a head cover that again looked like those old pilots hats they used to wear together with those pants and jacket I already had, but this one of course was modified as well. It was of course heavy fur lined too and had some additional straps added. The total of the straps made together some sort of head harness, just it was fully integrated to the head cover. He placed it on my head and buckled all straps shut, padlocking each carefully. The sides of the head cover went down till under the chin and were buckled shut too. Then he took the wide collar of the jacket up as well, this one also going up to the chin and some added buckled connected it with the head cover. All carefully padlocked made my head sealed inside it irremovably and only from short above the chin to my eyebrows and from half cheek each side was now visible of the face. The included head harness had possible attachments for a blindfold and a gag if needed and as well the top of the head cover could be folded down and buckled to the collar of the jacket, covering the entire face if wanted, still leaving eyeholes to see. He inserted a large gag into it and locked it in place as well, then he folded the front down and buckled it in place too, now there was nothing of me to see, only a thick padded dressed body in chains.

Then he told me that he was busy all the time sorting out my future with him. He had cancelled my own flat and paid for the rest of the contracts duration, also he had sent in my name a letter of cancellation to my work, telling them I’d be taking the rest of my holidays now and then unpaid leave until the end of the contract. He then held a few pages in front of me, telling me to sign them all, it was cancellations of my accounts and other contracts he found in my flat during cleanout. I looked a bit puzzled, not having expected this, but since I had signed myself over to him totally I signed each letter even without reading them. I really trusted my master with all my life. He then told me that apart from a few street clothes the rest of my possessions had been given to charity since I would no longer need any of it. Essential paperwork, passports etc were stored by him in his safe, I would not need those anymore either.

Then he explained to me that I had seen my daily outfits already, the rubber suit would not come off when not necessary at all, and the fur lined clothes I was wearing now I would have to put on every morning for all day long. I had seen my usual sleeping arrangement which would be the default as well. Once a week I would be showered as I was today. In case of physical trouble arrangement would be changed accordingly, but besides that I would remain rubbered and during day suited up at all times, unless he had occasional other plans for me.

Regarding work he told me that in my – now default – outfit I would not be able to do my previous work anyway, and he decided that I am going to be working from home from now on. He would find some easy job to do from home to keep my busy during day while he is out to his company. I was to take care of the house at all times and if needed he would add other duties any time he wanted. I could if I wanted get in touch with friends or family and tell them that I would no longer be available, or I could just leave it as is and remain disappeared from now on, but in future I would only in rare occasions be without gag and almost never be without my new uniform and the chains.

Then he added that I should have some exercising as well on permanent base, since I won’t get to a gym anymore, so he took off the current ankle shackles and placed some new weighted ones on me. They were about 5 inch wide and about 2 inch thick, each with a weight of at least 5 kilos, connected with the same short one-feet chain making walking difficult, yet possible. Added to the weight of my clothes it would be really an exercise to walk around the house in them from now on. Then he used another pair of identical shackles for my wrists, also just a one feet chain between them, but locked in front of me, so I would be able to use my hands for working, yet the heavy weight of those would also for sure develop my arms in future. He took another steel collar, 3 inch wide and 2 inch thick and placed it around my neck, making the collar of the jacket tighter around it. Then he told me to remember this outfit, I would have to put it on every morning unless told different. And then he told me to get around the house, get acquainted with it, see where everything is located, find my way around all cupboards and drawers, and once finished I should start cleaning the house, it would need it after last days guests visiting. I would not leave the house very often in future, so better get used to it being my home from this moment on. I had not thought about all this happening so quick, last week I still was free at home and doing my own thing and now I am no longer free, locked in heavy stuff, unable to do or decide for myself ever again, but .... If the head cover would allow it, you can see me smile, a lot ...

Time to obey my orders, I started shoveling around in my chains to get to know the house, find supplies I need for cleaning and start the job – and better do it good, the best he can find, I want him proud of his property, just as proud as I feel right now to be it ....

Besides the occasional shopping without the chains, but still in my daily outfit I have not been seen by anyone again since then, even if guests were in the house or he took me occasionally somewhere else, my head remained covered completely just like the rest of my body, it was strange in the town at the beginning to have this object walk into the shop once in a while or see me walk behind my master when taken somewhere in this outfit, but people got used to it and eventually the whispering and talking stopped. As for me – I started forgetting how my image in the mirror used to look like, I am becoming one with that object I ca see in the reflection now, an anonymous object and slave, sweating heavily, serving obediently my masters orders, enjoying the occasional additional use and abuse by him or any of his friends he gives me to, though many of the ones I have been borrowed for service don’t know my original looks either, have never seen anything but this heavy covered slave object. I haven’t been without gag for any other than eating the past months either, I got used to forget about my speech, I learned to reduce my communication to a nod or shake of my head to answer questions, nothing more needed to be an obedient object, I got used to my daily sleeping arrangements as well, sometimes not even getting out at all for a day or two more, used to be busy all day with basic homework, spend the rest however I am ordered or told by my master, I got used to this new life of mine and now after more than a year passed alr4eady, I wondered how I could manage to live without it ever before, it feels totally natural to be reduced to this object, knowing it will never be any different again. And I would definitely no longer be able to exist without it on my own, and hope – no – beg and prey my master will never decide to let me out again ...

(And he lived happily ever after)