Community of Bondage Part 6

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: Community of Bondage Part 6
Date: 22 May 2013

Out of sight of the audience one of the rubber men puts something into both of my ear holes that effectively deafens me to the outside world. I wasn’t expecting that!

The Rubber hood is a tight fit and my sensations are coming back to me that I can feel the rubber suit compressing my body and the butt plug filling my ass to a good effect. This is enough of a distraction so that the next stage is less traumatic.

The Rubbermen force the hood down my head inch by inch and it is adjusted so I can see and the tubes are coming out of the right places.

The hood is then sealed at my neck with some sort of glue. I get the impression this suit was designed to stay on!

The second hood looks awesome, and as it was moved closer I began to get even more excited.

The hood was made of really thick rubber and had head straps inside the external hood.

The nose cup of the gasmask accepted the breathing tube and the feeding tubes were attached just before the mask was fixed to my face.

The head straps on the inside are pulled tight so as to seal my fate, and as one rubberman grasps my head on both sides, the other pulls the outer hood tightly back over my head, covering the first rubber hood and the gas mask straps.

The outer hood is zipped up and my world shrinks again as the laces are tightened at the back of my head.

A heavy metal collar is secured around my neck and fastened with allen bolts and locked with a key, which I notice goes into a box to my left.

The padlocks sealed my fate even though I was trapped inside unrelenting thick rubber.

The lights dimmed and whilst the lights flashed in front of me I am unstrapped and led blindly into another dark room.


Whilst the ‘game’ continued in the main room, I am forced into what could only be described as an upright coffin. Straps unside this box go around my waist, thighs, chest, biceps, wrists, ankles, neck and forehead so I am completely imobilsed.

A flexible tube is then connected to my gasmask, and the tubes attached to other tubes inside the box. Finally hands go between my legs and fiddle with the buttplug inside of me.

The door closes and I am in complete darkness. I feel secure and incredibly horny, really wanting to grab my cock and pump it for all I’m worth but I have no hope of making myself cum.

All the layers I am wearing together with the bondage I have been forced into prevent any orgasm.

I can feel my breathing become laboured, and I have to consciously suck the air into my mask so that I can breath. I feel warmth in my stomach and my ass starts to vibrate. The buttplug is a vibrator too!

I really want to cum now! But I have no option but to stay where I am and take what is being done to me. Covered in rubber from head to toe, with not a millimetre of me showing or even touch air, strapped in a box and being made to feel horny. Was this heaven or hell I thought. And how long is this going to last?

My thoughts turned to my boyfriend and how he must be going out of his mind wondering where I am. How I wished to be with him, to feel his arms around me.

Just as I thought this, a voice I recognised came through to me. The earplugs had mini speakers in them, like a personal stereo.

“The state you are in, will last for eight hours each day. You will grow accustomed to your predicament. You are my slave and you will be rubbered FOREVER!”

The voice grew softer as he repeated the sentence. I was his rubbered slave and I would do anything he wished. I was becoming his property, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Forever in his bondage, rubber and held in a constantly horny state, and still I couldn’t quite place that voice in my massively altered state of physical and mental being.