A tourist is visiting

Author: eckie
Title: A tourist is visiting
Date: 05 April 2009

I got contacted with a message form a guy who had seen my website and various profiles, he mentioned he was into the same stuff I enjoyed so much and planned a trip through Europe soon, one of the places he was to stay was my hometown as well, and he asked if I were interested to meet up during that time for some chat and eventually also some play. He was switching like me and also enjoyed rubber, bondage and chastity as much as I did. I thought it can never be wrong to meet and talk, then we would see if there was enough going between us to have a play or two as well, so I wrote him back that I would not mind meeting up with him. We exchanged a few more messages about all the likes and dislikes that we had, where we found out that they were almost identical, so the meet was sure something to look forward to. He was to arrive two weeks from now and I agreed to meet him that evening then in my favorite bar for a drink and talk.

I did not think much further of it during the coming two weeks but the day we agreed I got myself ready that evening to go out and meet him. I was as usual dressed in my army/boots, I enjoy it most, very comfortable and in case I plan anything for the night, enough pockets to stuff some cuffs or rope for a short play inside as well. Since I did not know what was to happen I thought I would not take anything with me, we could still go to my place if things worked well or just plan a play for the day after. I know he liked rubber and army also and told me he usually wears runner under his army, but for today I thought I keep it simple.

I showed up at the agreed time in the bar and looked around if I could see him, right next to the bar where I described him my favorite spot I saw him stand there smiling back to me, he recognized me immediately too. He also was wearing army and boots, but I could see that there was definitely a rubber suit underneath. I ordered my drink, seeing he still had some and went over to him to greet him. His name was Mike and we started talking about menial things first, his trip, his plans for his Europe tour and other common things. He told me that he would make a sort of roundtrip through most countries and end back here again another weekend before returning back overseas. At some point he mentioned that he recognized that I seemed not to wear any rubber underneath and I explained him that I wanted to keep it simple since I did not know what would be when we met, but having spotted his rubber suit already I regretted not to have worn some myself. we continued how we both enjoyed sometimes dressing for going out, not only rubber under army, but also rubber under leather and of course - going out wearing a chastity belt too, preventing a play in the bar by leaving the keys at home, yet still hoping to find some fun where the boundaries of that belt came all too clear then. Of course I was not wearing anything, but he just grinned widely when we talked about that chastity, and on my rather questioning looks he just grabbed my hand and lead it towards his crotch where I could feel the hard steel of the belt he was wearing. I smiled and told him that I thought I might recognize the model by its feel, it must be one of those latowski models that cover almost all of front and back, he just nodded with a big smile. I told him that this model is fabulous, but has a too large bulge to be worn long-term also for work for example and that I would prefer for long-term wear a max protection Goethals, which also covers the balls and that one would be certainly the next item on my shopping list, since I tried it a few times and loved each time in it. He confirmed that of all belts he used before that one was the most comfortable for long-term wear, but also had a few others at home. I again regretted not to have dressed up more for the evening, but on that remark he just said that there was an option to change that. I told him it was not around the corner where I lived, so just popping home quickly was not an option, since by the time I would return, the bar would be almost closed already, but he just shook his head and said that being almost the same posture then me, he sure would have the one or other nice item in the hotel around the corner for me. My dick certainly responded to that immediately, and he grinning told me that he realized that too, he just said that I should have my dick answer that question and just come with him back to the hotel, within short time we could be back here for another drink - and I agreed.

His hotel was a fetish hotel so there was no issue in taking someone else up to your room whenever you like and it was just 5 minutes walking away. Once up in his room he asked me what I would like to put on, he would see what he got for me, but I told him that I would agree to have him decide, I was certain I would like all of it anyway. He smiled and told me that I better be certain, because I would be stuck in it for the night, I just smiled and said that he might even lock it up, I would not have an intention to get out before the night is over anyway. He only said my wish is his command and started grabbing around in his suitcases while telling me to strip. I took off my army and boots and stood there naked within no time, looking forward for what he had in mind for the evening.

The first item was - surprise surprise - just that Goethals belt we talked about before, with a big smile he held it in front of me and said that this would be the first of many items to put on tonight. I lubed up the tube and my dick and once I had put the belt proper on and locked the front proper I found out it fitted like a glove as if it was made for me. I bent back and forth and moved around a bit to make sure it does not press any where before I pushed down the locking mechanism, he had not given or even shown me the keys to it, so I was giving myself to his power by locking it already, but my dick could tell you that I enjoyed it, already he caused pain in his tight prison and I had to sit and concentrate to be able to continue. He was in the meantime checking for the next item to put on and when I was ok again he held some very thick rubber shorts to me, telling me they will prevent any harm from the belt towards the rest of the clothes. I slipped inside them and pulled them up over the belt, they felt nice tight and enclosed my locked up dick very nicely. The next item he had for me was a rubber suit without sleeves, like a tank top, but attached socks, when I put it on I noticed at the top to the toes two little tubes on both feet and asking him what they were about he told me that if wanted that suit could be easily flushed out while still wearing it and as well it allowed easy getting it because the air that usually stocks in the socks can get out there while slipping inside. That was indeed right; in no time I was in that suit and had it all up and over my shoulders. My dick continues to be in trouble in his prison, but I loved it already a lot what Mike put me into.

Mike then told me he had made some nice additional tool to prevent a suit from being taken off complete, yet still allowing it to be pulled down and if I wanted to try it as well, of course I was curious and agreed. He took two small steel items out of a bad, looking like a thin sort of shackle for the ankles but several chains hanging off it, he had two of them in his hands. I sat down and he started putting the first on one of my feet. You actually slip inside a chain loop with the foot while the rest is around your foot at the instep, chains on the left and right side of it went behind your heel, each of those had another few chains attached then holding them in place once the shackle is placed around your ankle. Once the shackle is locked none of it moves much or can be taken off again. Being thin material yet still hardened stainless steel makes it no problem to wear underneath yet still secure enough not to be taken off without the key, and the key was a special small wrench that fitted in a hidden hole in the snap-on shackle. once he had both of them on my feet I admired them and told him I would have never thought of that as an option to lock someone in something, but with those on my feet I might pull down the rubber suit now, but not take it completely off. I was locked in one more item no - actually two, since I would not get off the shorts completely either with the suit being locked on. I guess he takes it serious that I mentioned him to lock things for the night...

Of course it did not stop, he already had the next one in his hands now, another one piece rubber suit with attached gloves, socks and open-faced hood, the rubber was thicker than usual, so it was heavy to get it. He helped me get into it now, we pulled it all up to my chest before I was to enter my arms into the sleeves, just to find out that the ends did not hold any fingers, instead I had to make a fist to keep my hands locked inside. From now on I would not have much use for my hands either. He kept pulling the suit all up over my shoulders and pulled the hood over my head too, once the zip on the back had closed it sealed off nicely. I was beginning to sweat much more now, and my dick was fighting the small space it had in the belt, but I still smiled big, showing how much I enjoyed myself there. But we were not yet done as he told me. he produced a large gag out of one of his bags, a wide mouthpiece filling my complete mouth, but with a tube in the middle, so still able to breathe fine, yet once he had it buckled shut not much other than a few grunts were coming from me. Now he took another rubber hood out of the bags, same thick as the previous suit was, a small hole in the front for the short tube end of the gag, two small tubes inside the nose part to be inserted in my nostrils and pin holed eyes only, one he had it sipped over my head, my vision was very limited as well now. I did notice he had not locked the suit and hood, so I thought he kept the underlying items locked as being enough. Wrong I was however, he still continued in his bags and suitcases, looking for the next item. he returned with some chest waders, some heavy rubber black wader pants to put on, I sat down again and had him help my feet into the boots and once inside stood up again so that he could pull it up to my chest, it fitted snug on top of the current layers and once the braces holding it up were fixed, I could see him take the next item right away, I wondered how much more was to come... these suitcases were a goldmine to me.. My dick strained in his prison causing lots of pleasure moans into my gag, he just grinned and told me we were almost done. the item he showed me now was a large straitjacket, not a usual one though, all made of heavy rubber, some shorts attached and as well a hood attached to it. I had to step in from the back of it and once he pulled it up my feet it kept the chest waders even tighter on my body, my arms helped into the sleeves and the head helped to fit the hood on top of my current ones. This hood however did only have holes to connect the nose tubes and one to put the mouth tube through, they eyes were darkened lenses, making now even in the light of the room things look like dark shadows only. He zipped the back of that jacket up and continued buckling up all straps it had on the backside, and I was not certain but thought I heard a click of a padlock on each of them. My arms were crossed in front of my chest and lead through loops on the side of the jacket before being buckled tight on the back side. Another strap in the middle of my arms tightening my arms to the chest and one more strap around my upper arms around the upper body made sure those arms would not even wiggle at all anymore. Barely able to see, padlocks preventing anything to be opened, the jacket suit holding everything else in place, I was definitely trapped to the most possible extent in those clothes. He did a great job, my dick could tell if it could get out of its prison, and my moans told the rest. I tried to move my arms, bent my body around, all it got me to was sweating heavier with every move I made, but there was no way ever I could get out of this alone. He said that only two more things are missing and he was done. The first he got were heavy steel shackles for my ankles, large enough to be able to squeeze them over the boots of those waders, the connecting chain not more than on foot long. the second a pretty heavy steel collar, very thick and very wide, barely fitting over my neck in all the layers and definitely keeping my head strait now, attached to it a chain which he hooked into his belt now, then he stood in front of me and I could make out in those shadows that he was grinning a lot.

Then he told me that I am ready to go, but it would be a shame to waste it on a beer in the bar, especially since we neither could continue our conversation nor would I get to see or drink much in the bar, he would prefer some other plans he had. He was counting on me agreeing to follow him to get stuffed out like this and had already plans with some other friends he knew, they had a fetish party going on at their place and would pick us up shortly. He had promised them a nice entrance decoration when he joins the party, and here I was. I tried to protest, since we had not agreed to that, but the little mumbling noises that got out did not really convince him from stopping, instead he dragged on the chain of my collar and in order not to stumble I had to follow - follow in the small steps the short chain on my feet allowed it.

we went all the way downstairs and outside the hotel, there he had me standing waiting for his friends to pick us up, luckily the hotel was known for its guests, so the people on the street gave strange looks, some comments and laughter as well, but were not too surprised to see such packed up package standing there. It took just 5 minutes, though it felt like an hour, before his friends arrived. some acknowledging comments about the toy Mike had with him were made, but without further delay I was lead to the boot of the car and thrown in, I could feel the car move away right away, so we were on the way to somewhere I did not know.

It was about a 30 minutes ride before the car stopped again and I was helped out of the boot, we were no longer in the city but somewhere outside, I could see a fireplace outside and a pretty large wooden cottage, I did not know the location at all. I was lead around on the chain by Mike while he got introduced to everyone, whilst I was more or less ignored, other than hearing the various compliments to Mike about his toy. When introductions finished I was lead to some trees between the fireplace and the entrance of the cottage, there they had built some wooden frame, once standing under it I could feel mike handling some ropes and hooking them into some rings at the shoulders of my outer layer. once they were hooked proper mike and one friend of his pulled my up in the air, about two feet off the ground, fixed the ropes and added more rope to keep my feet fixes to each side pole of that frame, unable to move, speak, do anything actually, I was left there while they walked away. All evening I could only guess most time what they did, laughter, fun, obviously some other action between them, only when they were close and in front of my view I could see them, else I only could hear and crave to be part of it, active part I mean, since my dick kept straining in his prison for action. I was fed lots of beer from time to time by means of the tube in my mouth, I got a bit drunk, not really pissed, but the dizziness caused by it made me relax to a point where I just kept enjoying the situation I was in, action or not, I was feeling perfect.

The evening turned into a long night, definitely not the way I had guessed when leaving home for this meet, but I was enjoying the moment, so did not worry at all. Time passed without me knowing how much of it was gone, but the fire slowly got smaller and smaller until it finally even was completely out, I had not noticed, but actually none of the other guys was around for quite a while already and even more, I thought to realize with the limited sight left to me that slowly it seemed to get a little brighter, obviously the sun was about to come up. I realized that nobody seemed around at all anymore, either gone or sleeping in the cottage probably and the dizziness of the beers I had to drink earlier together with the time that had passed made me doze off.

when I came to again I was totally confused, taking some time to realize where I actually was (and why I could barely move at all), but when I finally was awake enough I could recognize some activity around, the shadows passing by, chatting in-between, it seemed people that were here started getting ready to leave, loading up their cars with whatever they had with them for that night. I was wondering what would happen to me, started to grunt into my gag but nobody at all seemed to take notice of me. I was wondering where Mike was, if he even still was here, I almost started panicking but then calmed immediately thinking that he sure would not leave me, and with me all his gear behind, so could just stay as I was waiting for him or anyone else to take notice of me again. it was at least an hour later before finally some shadow came closer to me and I hoped that it was Mike again, hard to say now since the lenses were more or less all dark by now with added sweat inside them. When he then talked I recognized Mike’s voice and was relieved. He told me that in a while he'd take me off there, gave me a bottle of water slowly through the tube in the gag and said it was late afternoon already, so getting soon dark again, and then he just turned and left again.

Indeed I did not at all realize how much time passed and that it was that late already, but when it turned to get darker outside again I knew it must have been indeed all day that I was hanging there between those trees already, given the fact that I was put there in the night that made a very long time already, but surprisingly I felt rather comfortable in my prison still. Finally after another long time of waiting I noticed a few guys coming closer and starting to take me off my suspension. Once with feet on the ground it took some moments to have a firm stand on my own, but once that was achieved, the chain went on the collar again and I was dragged back to the car, dumped in its boot again and we drove off, no further words were spoken. This time however we didn’t arrive within those previous used approximately 30 minutes ride, we did stop a few times in-between for shorter and longer moments, but the car was on the move at least two to three hours with me in its boot. I had to work the next day, so started to get worried, I should get at least some decent sleep before that, but of course none of my grunts into the gag were noticed, even if, they were certainly ignored.

finally after the car stood already for quite some time the boot opened and I was helped out o fit by two guys, I did not see anyone else, so probably they had dropped off the others that were in the car already, and to my surprise, I realized we were not back at the hotel, but instead right in the backyard of my own house. I wanted to ask how and why, but of course... grunts do not count as speech. The other guy said bye to Mike and left with the car and Mike just dragged on my chain and walked me right back into my own house, he must have taken the keys (and probably the address) from my stuff back in the army clothes I was wearing at the beginning. Once inside he looped the chain around a pole of the stairways with a snap hook and left me there while disappearing into the house. A simple snap hook, but in my situation as heavy and unbending as the biggest lock there could be. He passed me a few times while exploring the whole house; I was beginning to wonder what I got myself into, if he - as horny as the situation was - might be nothing but an ordinary burglar abusing my helpless situation. I got a glimpse on my clock on the wall in the meantime and found out it was already midnight, definitely time to end this play, I certainly needed some shower, only now realizing all the sweat and even piss inside my rubber prison, and then needed to get at least some sleep in the night. But then Mike returned to me, took the chain off the pole and dragged me into the bathroom upstairs, not an easy task with the short chain between my legs, but I managed. Once there he finally started undoing the locks and taking off the straitjacket/hood combo, helping me out of the chest waders and also took off the hood and gag that kept me still silent. Once that was gone I took a heavy breath and - still ... - smiled to him, telling him that I was beginning to think I would not be released at all, having to work and so on, he just laughed to it and asked if I did enjoy the last 24 hours at least.

I could not do anything else but to agree, telling him how even now again the dick in his prison strives for attention, but also that it is a big relief to breath and moreover see again normally now. Mike assisted me now in draining the fluids inside the still worn rubber suit through those small tubes at the top of the feet and I expected him to take off those shackles that kept the suit locked on still, but he did not make any attempt to that, instead told me to take that suit down to my feet and shower my skin proper before putting it back on again, then we'd have a talk, he would be in my living room in the meantime.

I looked surprised, but since he just turned and went downstairs again, I had little choice but to comply for the moment. My dick certainly agreed to the situation, I would absolutely have to cum at least twice before sleeping, as horny as I have been during the past 24 hours. I pulled the suit down to the ankles as he said and started a thorough showering and once finished pulled the suit back up as it was, draining the last bits out of the attached feet, drying off the rubber on the outside as well and then went downstairs to join Mike in my living room. He sat there comfortable on my couch with a glass of soda he had gotten himself out of my fridge.

Before I even was at the couch he pointed with his finger in front of his feet and told me to sit there on the floor. I was surprised at first, but then again the rubber would still drip here and there and it was certainly better to stay on the floor for the moment, so I sat down where he pointed. He immediately began talking how much he also enjoyed the weekend, he had not actually planned or expected anything like it, but it developed much nicer as he thought. I could only agree, telling him that even though I had not actually done anything but hanging around all night and day it still was a very horny weekend, rubbing the steel between my legs and telling him that something needs urgently some attention from the loads accumulated during that time and waiting to be released.

He again laughed, looking down at me and then asking how I would think to actually get out of what is still locked on me without the keys. I agreed that there is no other way but destroying the rubber or belt, but since he had the keys that would sure not be the way to do it. He smiled now, after a little pause then telling me that he sure had the keys, but not with him, he left them in the hotel on purpose. That definitely was a surprise to me and I immediately asked how he imagined this, me having to sleep and work the next day, being that late and it would take again quite some time to get to the city and back for those keys. he kept smiling and then just said in a very amused tone that in that case there would not be much of a choice, I would just have to stay inside the belt and the suit for the night and also during work. Since it was a suit without tall collar or sleeves it would not be seen under my clothes, and I would just have to endure one more day that belt as well until I could get unlocked after work then. I was exhausted anyway and thinking about it I told him that even if not planned, it might just be ok for another day, better to get some good sleep than not much at all.

He then continued that I might better go to bed then and he would return to the hotel and in order to meet up I could send him a text message when I was home again, leaving me his number on the table then. Having little choice I agreed and escorted him to the door, telling him that I left work around 17.00 hrs and would contact him right after. I pointed him the way to the next bus stop or taxi stand to choose the one he preferred and closed the door. I still stood there at the door then for some time, thinking about what actually happened... here I was, locked in a perfectly safe chastity belt by someone I just met the day before, wearing shoulder to toes rubber that I would not be able to take off either, sure I can pull it down to clean myself, but I would not really want to cut it to get out, so was more or less doomed to wear it, also to work. then I thought what I actually knew about him, and I found out it was little ... But the fact that he would certainly not want to leave his belt and suit behind reassured me from nothing going to happen, I would see him tomorrow after work and that would be it then. then I went upstairs and to bed, though that night I had little sleep, my dick aching in his prison and not being used to sleep in rubber made it hard to fall asleep, I dozed off a few times, but in the morning I was still tired as hell.

When the alarm went off I had a hard time getting up, but it had to be done, so went in the usual routine into the bathroom, only then again realizing that with the rubber on it makes little sense, I had a shower before bed and now I should just get dressed for work, in order not to be late...

I got my clothes together, but noticed that my army stuff from Saturday was there next to the closet, he must have brought it with him without me noticing, I wondered what else I had not noticed... but it was time to get to work, so I put on my usual jeans, sweater and sneaks and looked in the mirror, nothing to see from the rubber or the belt, so I was glad it would not be noticed while at work. Then I left to the office.

the day was hard, being so tired made it difficult to concentrate, but moreover the belt kept doing its work, keeping me constantly aroused and my dick continuously fighting for space and of course, I felt and thought to smell the rubber constantly as well, wondering if nobody else might do so too. Some when in the afternoon my phone went off with a message notification, I checked it and saw it was from Mike. He obviously wanted to check when we'd meet. But instead it was a short message telling me that if I wanted to get out of the belt and suit at all again, I better made sure to take the rest of the week off, he would not accept a no. I once again was surprised, this was talking completely different paths as I expected when we got in touch at first, but my dick convinced me to better try to get free, I would not really enjoy to remain in that belt for undefined amount of times. I checked with my boss and faked some emergency stuff I had to do and he agreed to give me the rest of the week off, relieved I texted back to Mike that it was ok and I was free for the week.

Only minutes later I received another message, telling me to go home after work and follow the instructions I would find there. No more, no less was in the message. I wondered once again, how, what, when ... but obviously Mike had planned ahead and made sure to prepare whatever he wanted to do. So again with little choice I went home, trying to think of what I could find there and once I entered my house I immediately saw the paper on the floor in the hallway, on it some instructions written. I started reading and could not believe at first, he had planned for me to prepare myself according to his instructions and wait for him, he would join me later the evening then. No specific time give for his arrival, but a time set in which I was supposed to be finished preparing myself. That time gave me just 30 minutes to be ready. I made myself a quick sandwich, I had eaten some during day already so that would be enough for the moment, then I started going through the instructions.

He ordered me to go downstairs into my basement where I would find what I needed to get ready. He must have brought some of his stuff during day; it was not there the night before I remembered. I went downstairs and immediately saw the lot he left for me. the gag from earlier was again there to be the first to put on, the same hood with nose tubes and hole for the gag and the pin holed eyes was next again. then he left another rubber suit for me, extreme thick rubber, must have been about 1,5 mm thick all over, with instructions on getting it on, entry through a rear zip which looked to me like an airproof zip, connectors in the embedded hood for the nose and mouth tube to be carefully connected before closing the zip with the attached line. I stepped into the suit and it was quite some work to get myself into it, the rubber was quite unforgiving, but luckily it must have been lubed extremely well inside. It took about ten minutes before I was all inside and ready to close that zip on the back. I was in the meantime already sweating like a pig, but my dick confirmed how much I still enjoyed it. It was quite some work then to grab that line on the zipper and needed quite some force to actually close it, those airtight zips are heavy to close, but once I was finally at the top with it a short snap and I held that line in my hands, it ripped off. I thought shit, even if I wanted to, without that line I would not be able to even reach the zip now, no way to get out of it now, I was captured successfully inside those layers, and I wondered if that was an accident or on purpose, but how could I know. I was anyway running out of time, so better went on with preparations before time was out, I would not disappoint Mike, too much I still enjoyed the situation. The hood of this suit again had plastic lenses instead of open eyes, so at this time I was airtight sealed into it, only the two nose tubes and mouth tube leaving contact to the outside world. I continued reading but since there was nothing left on the floor, I assumed I was ready. But the letter said that I should now get upstairs and get into my full army that I was wearing the first meeting on top of the rubber I was locked inside now. walking upstairs was a challenge, limited sight, thick rubber, the gloves attached on the suit not allowing much feeling in the hands or fingers either, but once upstairs I started getting into the army. I pulled on the pants, the shirt, the army socks (yes I use all from the army, make it complete, not just half of it) added the army jacket and belted all proper up, and then I grabbed the matching boots, but again, another surprise. Inside them I found another note and a strange mask, one of the real face masks I had seen in some pictures but never seen in real. The note mentioned to pull on that mask first and adjust it proper to cover up my rubbered face, then put on my boots and last add some army leather gloves, so that at the end none of my rubber would be visible and instead a proper soldier would be seen only. Once finished I was to go to the door to the backyard of my house. Still puzzled about it I still did and instructed in order to get ready in time. getting the mask on was an issue, the thick rubber on my hands made that difficult, but even more difficult to get the boots proper laced with them, but once finished I went downstairs, inside my prison sweating heavily by now, one cannot imagine how heavy work getting dressed can be with all those layers. Down at the door to my backyard - make a guess, another note on the door. This one said that I was to walk outside to a specified place, at first a shock, walking outside like that, but the note continued that by now it was already dark and my disguise would not show any more than a guy in army if anyone would see me from far. The note described the place to go, which I knew very well, it was not far from the house, a secluded area in the woods nearby, a little sketch on the back of the note showed the details and I recognized it immediately, having played there a few times with others already. I sighed into the gag; once again I had little choice, being self locked into the layers I was in now I would just have to continue what he instructed.

Reluctantly, but determined I grabbed my keys, opened the door, and left the house in the direction I was told. the first part on open streets but after a 15 minutes walk taking a turn off the main roads in direction of that little piece of trees not too far away. A few cares and bikes passed by, but nobody seemed to notice anything; at least I did not think anyone did. Another 15 minutes walking before I arrived at the designated place, and even if normally it would have been an easy task to walk there, in my current layers this was again hard work and sweaty work. I was expecting Mike to be there, but instead, surprise, surprise... another note openly pinned to one of the trees right in that secluded spot. I sighed heavy again, partially for having yet another note found here, partially from being exhausted; the last hour was heavier than the entire day at work.

The note again had instructions. At the bottom of the tree I found some shackles, I was to use the ankle shackles, stand with my back to the tree and lock them on my ankles with the chain behind that tree, keeping me stand tight to that tree then. A steel collar was there as well with a length of chain, I was to lock in to me and use the chain to fix it to that tree as well, but first to take the wrist shackled in my hand as I would not be able to bend down to grab them afterwards. The chain kept the collar tight to the tree indeed, so bending forward was not impossible, last I was to use the wrist shackles also behind the tree and lock my wrists into them. All shackles were snap locks, no padlocks, so once they were on, no more opening possible.

There I stood now, in the middle of nowhere, unable to be detected, unable to shout for help, in the dark, in layers of rubber and army, tight fixed standing against a tree, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction... and waiting. I do not know how long it was, but it seemed endless, and during that time I had the worst fears, what if ... many what if's went through my head, many thoughts about being stupid to get myself into that situation but always calming myself down, realizing how much I enjoyed all that happened during weekend and even now. It must have been a few hours of me being in states of fear and excitement all along, not knowing which of them was stronger ... but finally someone approached, was it Mike? Was it a stranger? The waiting until I was able to recognize seemed endless, but finally, it was Mike, and from what I could see he carried a large bag with him. Wondering what he had in mind, still unable to speak once again of course I was curious but as well nervous. I could however see him smile from one ear to another, so he definitely enjoyed finding me here just the way he told me. And, I cannot help, but my dick just keeps telling me how much I also enjoyed everything, regardless of what my thoughts try telling me.

Mike then started to unpack stuff from his bag, I could not bend my head down far enough to see much, so just waited what was to come. After some time he removed the wrist shackles and the chain holding my head to the tree, then he also removed the ankle shackles telling me to stay put. I did as told, just to be ordered then to step on that large piece of root he had leaned on to the tree in the meantime, it was about two feet high and I carefully stepped on it, but it seemed to have a solid stand. He then immediately placed the shackled back on me and locked the chain of the collar again so that I would no longer be able to step off that root now, else most likely hang myself with the steel collar. I was a bit scared but he calmed me telling that he had all well planned out and I should not be afraid. Then he started using a lot of chains, winding them around my feet, legs, thighs, waist, upper torso, it must have been quite a lot of weight he carried over here, given how much chains now kept me tightly locked on to that tree. I heard many padlocks click, so no matter what happened, there was no way ever to get out of this without his help.

But he was not finished, he now connected some sort of cable somewhere around the neck area, I did not know what it was but he explained that the hood of that thick suit had some tiny earphones embedded and the cable now was connected to a portable player for later - I did of course not know what later means and what it was meant for, but what choice would I have anyway. Now he connected a small tube to my mouth and told me to drink, he provided a total of almost 2,5 liters of water for me which I had to simply swallow, little possibility to refuse was given. next Mike grabbed a gasmask hood, one covering the entire head and pulled it over my head, with some difficulties, since my head was pretty fixed on to the tree, but he managed finally and I had to find out that once it was zipped up I was actually blind, the lenses were totally backed out. What followed next I could only guess, but by the sound of it ... he started using duct tape, starting at my boots, under and over them, and slowly working his way up my body. Round by round he applied and I got tighter and tighter held to the tree. He did it carefully and it took at least 15 minutes to get to the top, he did not stop, over the gas masked head, leaving just the breathing holes open, he also fixed that last part that moved at least a few millimeters now completely to the tree, I was now unable to move any part of myself at all, steel, rubber, army, chains, tape, the world could collapse now and I would most likely still be kept on that tree.

The next I felt was a hit on the root I stood on, another hard hit and it slipped away, I was now hanging in the tape and chains, well kept suspended in the air however. and immediately after some weird monotonous noise started in my ears, Mike must have switched on whatever player he had connected, but no music, no words, just some deep monotonous noises, slightly up and down the frequencies, but always monotonously going on, I tried of course asking Mike, but the grunting into the gag as usual got lost completely and I had a hard time to hear it even myself, the noise from the headphones overlaying anything else. I was actually completely off this world now, totally isolated, not hearing anything from out there, hanging two feet off the ground somewhere in the woods, all alone ... except mike.. but... was he still there actually, how will I know, he can just leave and I would not even notice, more grunting, more heavier grunting, but nothing.. Just me and the monotonous noise.....

Whether mike was still there or not, I did not know, but time passed slow (or was it fast, how should I tell), I drifted away more and more, isolated all by my own with nothing but that sound in my ears, anything could have happened around me without me noticing, but it was just me and nothing else. I think I even dozed off a few times, I was not sure about anything anymore, but to me at the end time I was left hanging there felt endless. No wonder I was sort of shocked when all over sudden I felt something touching me, some reality suddenly appeared whilst I had been completely away from it for an unknown time. What was it, who was it, questions that brought me back into the current situation. I was unable to determine if it was a hand or anything else touching me, all over my body, tugging on the boots, body, head, it could have been anyone or anything. but as surprising as it started it also stopped again, I tried to concentrate to find any noise, any hint of what or who was out there, but nothing, I was again all by myself in my own world and as much as I tried to hear or even make myself knows by the useless grunting into the gag, there was nothing again but myself. I guessed it was at least a few hours later before I finally again felt something or someone present. Mike had come back from wherever he was (or maybe he was here all time even...) and started putting that root under my feet again and then undoing the tape slowly, still the chains kept me immobile bound to that tree anyway. One by one the chains the also disappeared, the last all shackles that kept me on the tree were unlocked and Mike helped me off that root back on solid ground again, after... well I still do not know how much time had passed. However I was weak in my legs and sank down on the knees, Mike did not lose much time though and immediately placed the ankle shackles back on me, followed by pulling my hands on my back and adding the wrist shackles too - not without looping their chain through the chain between the ankle shackles, standing upright would not be possible now. Only now I noticed all the fluids inside my rubber prison, I must have pissed myself and added to the sweat inside during my time on the tree. Finally Mike then took off the gasmask hood and disconnected the player that kept me with that noise locking me off this world all the time, it even needed some time to adjust to hearing Mikes voice clearly then. I saw it was all dark around us, so either still night or again night, by the feeling I had about the time spent here, I guessed it was again night, and Mike confirmed when he then told me that I had spent the last 24 hours there on the tree all by myself.

I grunted into the gag again, trying to tell him that I was exhausted, thirsty, hungry, aching and wanted to be released right here and right now, but instead Mike just ignored my grunts and continued that he'd be leaving back to my house now and if I was doing well, I could crouch with the shackled hands and feet slowly there too, within two hours I should have succeeded and by thing time of the night hardly anyone was on the streets, so I should not have troubles with it. For the next two hours the backdoor of my house would be open, after that it would be locked again and if I wanted still to get in and be released, I would have to accept whatever punishment he would set for the being late. Without waiting (what could he have waited for anyway) he turned around and left, leaving me kneel there shackled in my layers and wondering how I should manage this task. walking regular it takes about half an hour from here to my house, but now I could make smallest steps only and not even stretch my body a tall, hands also connected to the legs shackles. I better started going if I wanted to have at least a chance to make it in time, so slowly got up and walked, foot by foot...

As long I was off the main roads of course no problems came along, but once I hit the areas with regular roads I had to be careful to detect eventual passengers or cars in time to hide away from them, and naturally - if one is in such helpless situation there is even at such late time more traffic and people on the streets than on a normal daytime. At least twenty time I had to find cover besides the road, behind bushes, trees or whatever was to find to give at least some coverage to hide from passing or nearby passing people or cars, most of the times stumbling, hurting and each time troubled to get back on my feet after having waited hidden to be alone again. Those hiding times had cost a lot of time, I was not sure how much passed, but certainly I was close or even over the set time to arrive at my house. When I finally made it to my back door, of course, it was locked. Unable to reach a doorbell or the handle I had little choice, all I could do was banging on the door, hoping mike would hear and open. I banged for about 15 minutes, almost gave up hope and was already trying to find a solution what I would do for the night when the door finally opened and Mike stood in it with a large grin on his face, saying that his little package finally made it, but of course much too late and therefore must be punished severely. He waved me inside my own house and ordered me to crawl still chained into my hallway where I saw immediately the door to my small wall closet open, I used that one normally to store all cleaning materials and other household items inside, but now it was empty, he shoved me inside, and during that I detected a new hook in the floor, he must have mounted it there, without further talk he locked the chains I still was in with a large padlock to that hook. I was still facing the backside wall of that closet when he then said that as punishment for being late, I was to spend the next 12 hours in my layers and chains isolated in the dark of that closed. Before I even could grunt into the gag, the door already closed and I think I heard the key lock it as well. Exhausted from getting back home, from the sweat in the layers, the heavy breathing, the pain inside the chastity, locked on to the floor inside my wall closet in my own house, I sighed, not more to do but that, grunting will not help and release was out of the question as I understood, so all I could do was trying to find a position inside that small closet that would allow me to get at least some uncomfortable rest. One might find it hard to believe, but even though I had not done much in the past 24 hours again but to wait tied up where I had been left in those hours, still I was very exhausted and even managed do doze away several times.

When the door opened again it did not feel like the night has passed already, then again in my situation it could have been even a whole day and I could not have told the difference anyway. Right after I crawled out of the small space I had spent the night in Mike started unlocking piece by piece of what I was trapped inside for so long by now already, and as I was rather stiff and exhausted, I was not too much of a help getting out of things, but it was a major relief to stretch, to feel things getting lighter and at the end even feeling the breeze of air against my body cooling it down. Of course ... though I hoped for all to come off, the rubber suit and belt remained locked on when Mike told me to get into the shower and make sure I get cleaned up inside out thoroughly, he told me to take at least half an hour under the shower and when finished and toweled off come downstairs again.

It was even with the belt and rubber still locked on a great feeling to have the water of the shower flush over my body, inside the suit, slowly feeling normal again - yes... normal even with the rubber suit and belt on, it seemed not really something disturbing at the moment anymore, but rather part of the usual, and I had to admit that I actually liked it, however will want to rather control myself when I wear it or not, but at the moment I still was out of choice here. The half hour in the shower passed quickly, but I felt much better now and actually very hungry as well, so will see that I can have some breakfast and then hopefully get Mike to unlock the rest as well. I went downstairs and found Mike in the kitchen at the table with a cup of coffee reading my newspaper, I pulled one of the chairs at the table and wanted to sit just to be immediately interrupted by Mike pulling the chair back with his leg, looking at me and at the same time pointing with his finger down to the floor next to the table, then asking if I had not learned anything yet... of course he expected me to sit there at the floor again as I had done before. Unwillingly I did, still depending on his keys I complied, but rather wanted it to stop and sit comfy instead. While Mike continued reading the newspaper no words were spoken, the next 20 minutes I just sat there waiting while he did not take any further notice of me. When he finally finished the newspaper he looked at me, then told me to get myself some breakfast now, I could have it in the kitchen and when finished should wait there on my knees. I was glad I could get some food and the long wanted coffee now and did as he told, he in the meantime went downstairs, I could hear him in the playroom, probably looking up the next things to use, obviously I was yet not due to be fully released.

When I had finished my coffee and food, I did as told; better comply than giving him reasons to make things worse again. Shortly after he came back upstairs and while ignoring me kneel there as ordered he started handling a bunch of chains he had taken from downstairs. He looped one end around the radiator in the hallway, testing its length then he was making sure the sum of chains locked to another was reaching the areas he wanted. Then he came to me with the loose end in his hand and dropped it next to me, telling me to get up now and turn around so that I was standing with my back towards him. He immediately then places a rubber hood over my head, it has again some small pin holed eyes only, an open mouth and nose holes. He zipped it shut on the back and then I heard the familiar click of a padlock, uniting the zip of the hood with the rubber suit. Then he placed a steel collar on my neck, one I had not seen before, so he must have brought it at some point. It was rather wide and heavy, and all around about 1 inch apart were long spikes, each about 1 foot long. Next he adjusted a chain around my waist, tight enough to be unable to slip it up or down and a loose end of about ten inches then dangling on my front. Then he told me to turn around and I saw him holding a spreader bar in his hand, telling me to hold my hands in front to fit them into each shackle on the bars ends. The center of the bar had a loop which he then locked on to the loose end of the waist chain, allowing me limited but doable moving of my arms. Next a spreader bar about three feet long followed with shackles on each end, telling me to spread my legs he fitted each ankle into that bar then. Last he took the loose end of the chain hooked on to the radiator and locked it on to a ring on the collar, then he stepped back a little and smiled.

He told me that the chain is long enough to reach the kitchen and the toilet, but nothing further. The collar would prevent me from lying down on the floor, so I would have to sit or lean if I wanted to be off my feet. the bars made it restricted to move around or use the hands, yet would allow me to get where I needed and do what I needed, namely eat, drink or use the toilet when needed, anything else was anyway out of reach. He added that he had removed anything inside my reach that would allow me to pick the locks or do anything else to attempt getting free by myself, so I was definitely trapped in my current confinement and should simply accept it. Then he simply turned around, grabbed the house keys and a small bag he placed in the corner and went towards the door, opened it, turned around again and told me that he'd be out of town a couple of days now, but the fridge was filled enough for me and with a simple 'see you later, boy' he was out, I heard the door being locked from outside and he was gone.

I was so surprised by all that I did not know what to say, he could not just leave me here a few days like that all alone, he would definitely come back soon, just joking here now I thought to myself. Then I decided to check the boundaries I was in at the moment, trying to walk with the spreader bar was difficult, but I managed slowly and found out that indeed all I could reach was the kitchen where I was and the toilet, I could not reach to the telephone, not to the stairs, I also checked and barely could reach the house door to touch it, but as he said, nothing else was in my reach now. I went back to the kitchen, checking what I could find there, but the parts of it I could reach were the fridge and the sink, I could not even get to the drawers with the cutlery, so indeed as he said, there was nothing in my reach that would allow me to get out of my current prison. Having no options at all I sat down on the floor, nothing else was available for me to do, so waiting was all on my program for now. I leaned on to the wall, but immediately found out what those spikes of the collar now prevented. I could not rest proper on the wall, had to find another way to actually sit and after endless attempts I found out the only way was by keeping my upper body leaning forward, resting more or less well on my thighs when I pulled my legs towards me while sitting there. not a comfortable position, but I would just have to get used to that being the only one to last longer, until he would come back and allow me out of this misery.

Hours passed, and you can believe me that they pass very very slow if you have just absolutely nothing to do but to wait. I got hungry again and with lots of troubles due to the restricted arms as well I still managed to get some food out of the fridge and eat some bits. I also managed to use the toilet, so the basic needs are indeed covered. I did also notice the fridge having been filled proper, he was right that it would certainly last a while. Still I waited for him to show up at the door any moment again.

It got dark outside, hour by hour passing, me attempting to find any ways of resting, even dozing away occasionally, still no Mike having returned. When the next morning dawned I started to slowly believe that he would indeed leave me here that way for more than this one night. however during the whole last day and night I had more or less resigned to that fact, as all the times before since I met him, I never really had any choice, so here and now as well the only thing I can do is to wait, however long it will take. The next two days passed the same way, uncomfortable, my body hurting, attempting to stand as often as possible as that seemed the most comfortable position, eat, toilet, sit, rest, stand - that was all that happened, and still no Mike ...

end of the third day I heard something at the front door, hoping for Mike to finally show I got up from the floor and shoved myself towards the door, just to see the mail being dropped though the slit in the door, so no Mike, just the mailman. I was disappointed, then also thought maybe I should shout to catch the mailman’s attention, he could help me out of this misery then, but a locked front door, and of course the embarrassment to be found this way made me rethink that and I kept quiet.

The mail however was a welcome change to the monotony of the past days, so I decided to grab and read it. Grabbing it was doable; opening the few letters however was more difficult, the spreader bar allowing only one hand at time to be used on an object. With teeth and one-handed I managed to open the letters I had received. Some invoices, the usual commercial mails and one padded envelope, no senders address on it. Of course I was curious, and at the same time also was getting a bad feeling, what might be inside that envelope.

When I emptied it a bunch of keys fell out, hopes went up again, my release maybe? I checked further and found a note inside that envelope too, it was from Mike.

On the note he mentioned that some bad circumstances made it necessary for him to return home immediately and he explained that the keys were for the locks keeping the chains, the spreader bars, the collar and even the hood in place, so I would be able to manage to get it all off by myself now. However he had decided that I should still remain in the suit and belt for a while longer. He would send the keys keeping the suit in place two weeks later, but since it was well cut, I would have no issues to hide it under regular clothing anyway, so there was no hurry on that. For the belt however he mentioned that it seemed to fit so perfectly on me that it would be a mere waste if it would ne stay locked on. So he would send the keys to that to a trusted friend of his that lived about half an hour away from me, but with strict orders to never hand them to me, only to allow me thorough cleaning sessions once a month while in that friends control. He then mentioned that guys email address and mobile number so I could get in touch with him as needed to arrange those monthly sessions. However he would not be certain how quick he can return for another visit, until then I would definitely have to stay locked in that belt, and who knows, maybe even stay in it permanently, he had not yet decided that, at his next visit we might talk about options for my future probably. He then wished me a lot of fun with all the toys and suits he left in my house for me to freely use as I wanted and ended the note with a 'will be in touch'.

I did not know what to say to that, however I decided to immediately take off all those uncomfortable restraints that held me here he last few days, one by one I unlocked and removed them until I was finally free again, well still suited and still belted, but free to move. I sat down on a chair for the first time in a long long time, enjoying the comfort of such a simple sitting down and then started thinking.... another two weks in the suit, well if I kept proper cleaning it would indeed not be a big issue, and living in that suit was something I had enjoyed since he locked it in the first time. once I receive the key keeping it on, I certainly would take it finally off, but probably wear it still often then, it fitted well and it was hiding perfectly under the regular clothing, always rubbered was a horny thought, and that reminded me again then of course on the belt. That one did not make me so happy, not knowing when that would come off, and who was that other guy, what will be there, maybe I could negotiate a release with that guy, maybe ... well... I will just have to see.

For now I will take along shower, well needed after that time locked and confined to the length of that chain, then I would just have to see further ....

Maybe one day to be continued....