Extended sentence - The Sleepsack

Author: mj217
Title: Extended sentence - The Sleepsack
Date: 21 April 2019

The suit was getting warm, thick black rubber, two yellow stripes down each side, shoulder entry, attached gloves and socks, no access to my cock, which was locked in chastity already anyway, an anal sheath which was already filled with a plug I was struggling with, and the zip over the sheath closed and the zipper locked. The shoulder zippers were locked too, I was trapped in the suit and completely sealed in. The rubber hood I was wearing was similar, the zipper on that locked too and the hood tucked into my suit. It was a fairly basic hood, open mouth and eyes, and nose holes, but it served its purpose, which was to keep me covered completely in rubber, locked into it and unable to remove it myself.

The suit was a custom fit, I’d wanted one for a while, and he had measured me up and selected the options before I’d placed the order, it was after all a suit for me, and now it had finally arrived. My boots were tightly laced on too, black 20-hole grinders with the usual yellow laces in. There were rubber restraints round them padlocked on, meaning the boots wouldn’t be coming off. My hands were in rubber mitts, again locked and keeping my hands useless.

He left the room, coming back after a short while with another bundle of rubber, he threw it onto the bed and unrolled it, a rubber sleepsack. “Ok, get in.”

I paused

“You know the drill, get in, or you stay on that chain and I start making it worse for you until you do.”
This had become the standard way of dealing with me, always in some form or restraint however simple when he was around and transferred from one restraint to another without ever being completely free. This time just a chain round my neck locked to the bed. Simple, but no way of getting free from it myself.

I complied and got into the sack, pushing my arms down into the internal sleeves and pushing my boots into the end of the sack slightly stretching the rubber. He zipped up the sack and did up the collar so that the rubber was snug. The zip went over a small locking post at the collar and he clicked a padlock shut meaning the sack couldn’t be undone without the key. “open your mouth pig.” I did and he secured a solid rubber cock gag in place, pulling it tight and sealing the gag over the mouth opening of the rubber hood. “Right, time to tighten this up.” He got out some rope and started lacing it through the reinforced D-rings down either side of the zipper pulling it tight and going back every few rings to take out any slack he could find. The slight stretch of the thick rubber sack pulled everything tight across my whole body, sealing me in and restricting my movement further.

I tried to shift around, and found I had a bit of movement. I was sweating in the two layers of rubber and knew that if it was anything like how he had treated me previously I would be in this situation for a long while. The night I had spent locked in the hidden room at the back of his lock up garage had only come to an end following another session with the headphones in place listening to him telling me what I was and that I would always crave more over and over. By now it had buried itself deep enough in my head that even though I knew I would hate what was happening to me I still came back for more, and here I was again, now being shifted on to a thin but solid padded board so I could be strapped down even more, unable to move around.

“Going to make sure you’re as immobile as possible” he said as he started wrapping the thick leather straps around the sack and the board securing me to it. Ankles, knees, waist, and chest each one done tight and each one locked with a small padlock. I could shift slightly from side to side but there was now no way for me to bend.

“OK pig, that’s your rubber layers done, time to get you in some leather.

I grunted into my gag as he hauled up another sleepsack onto the bed next to me, a leather one. I tried to shake my head.

“Yeah I probably shouldn’t have let you see this. Let’s get your leather hood on and your muzzle.” He started to pull the leather hood over my head, a tight one that I’d been in before, no mouth hole, no eye holes, just a couple of nose holes to breathe through. He started to lace it up pulling the laces tight as they would go. I could feel the leather of the hood stretching over my face, over the rubber hood I was already wearing, and pushing the cock gag further into my mouth. I tried to stretch my jaw around it but there was little give in the hood. I could feel him tying the knot at the base of the hood now, soon followed by pulling down the zipper that went over the lacing, and finally the small click of the lock that secured the zip to the collar of the hood.

Rubber hood, cock gag, leather hood, and now he started to fit the muzzle, holding the mouthpiece in place while fitting the straps, collar, mouthpiece, forehead, top of head, and finally with a yank the strap holding my jaw solid. I tried to open my mouth, even just a little bit around the gag and I couldn’t, my jaw was held firmly in place. Click, one padlock, click, another, click, click, click. Each strap of the muzzle was locked secure. No one was getting me out of this except him.

Grunt.

I heard him say something but under the two hoods it was muffled

“uh?”

“I said grunt again, pig” louder this time.

I grunted and tried to shake my head again. But the thickness of the combined collars on the hood and muzzle meant there was very little movement. I tried to grunt some more. It sounded loud in my head through all external noise was muffled.

“Oh I like that pig, I can hardly hear you. Grunt away all you like I bet you can’t be heard outside this room.”

I felt a final strap around my neck as he fastened it to the board underneath me, and then he grabbed the sack at the shoulders and pulled me across onto the leather sleepsack that was open and waiting next to me, doing the same at my feet and stuffing my booted and rubbered feet into the bottom of the sack and pulling the rest of it around me up to my shoulders.

He started to pull the zipper up to the top of the sack and I could feel it pull close around me, and then another click as the zip locked to the collar of the sack which now covered the collars of the hoods I was wearing and of the rubber sack. That one padlock giving yet another layer to get past to even get at the locks keeping everything else on. I could feel and hear the rope feeding through the d-rings on the front of the sack. My whole body pulled upwards as he tugged at each rope, using my body weight to get it even tighter as he roped the sack up the middle. I had thought the rubber sleepsack I was in was tight enough but this was even more so, feeling the leather tighten around me, the smell of the sack getting through the hoods I was in and overpowering the rubber.

I knew the rope wasn’t the end of it, and soon he was doing up the thick and wide leather straps that went around the sack, each one locking with a couple of padlocks. I felt each in turn, at the ankles, calves, thighs, stomach and chest.

I was completely packaged up. Two layers of rubber and one of leather and locked in everything. My jaw ached forced open around the thick solid rubber cock and held firmly in place by the hood and muzzle. I could still feel my cock, locked in its chastity belt, and the fat plug pushed deep in my arse. I was hot, sweating, completely immobile, and as my cock fought against the confines of the cb despite my situation I realised all I could do was endure.

He had paused, I assumed to admire his handiwork so far, but it wasn’t long before I heard the next step, muffled through the hood, the sound of chains, thick noisy chains. I felt the sleepsack shift slightly as a chain was locked to one of the D-rings on the side of the sack and then locked off taut to the side of the bed, another and another, one for each ring, and then the tug on the other side of the sack as he went down the other rings, pulling each one tight and locking it off stopping any shifting side to side. I then felt a chain around my boots at the base of the sack, wrapped around and then pulled tight pulling my feet slightly down and securing the sack to the bottom of the bed. Where I had had slight movement to shift my feet around now there was none, and then he was at my head and I heard the clip of the lock connecting a chain to the D-ring at the top of my muzzle and it being locked to the top of the bed. With that the last of my ability to move however slight was taken away.

I waited for the next step, not that there was much more he could do. I couldn’t move at all, I was barely audible with my grunts. Trying to move required great effort and came to nothing, and just increased the heat in the layers of rubber and leather. The effort to swallow my own saliva, increased because of the gag, forced me to suck the cock just to be able to move my throat muscles, but that was pretty much all I could do – suck a thick rubber cock sealed firmly in my mouth.

He had paused again. I was waiting for the gloating, him telling me how fucked I was, but it remained silent. I half expected the headphones to go on, to be taped in place, time for more conditioning, but nothing. Was he even in the room now? I strained all my senses to try and tell if he was there, waiting, about to do something more, but there was just silence, longer and longer silence.

I was sealed off from the world. Nothing, no input. Securely restrained, trapped in my rubber suit, plugged, gagged, my cock locked up. Covered completely in layers of rubber and leather, two hoods, one muzzle. Everything locked, everything secure, no way for me to escape, or even attract any attention.

I grunted a question, but again nothing. Total, complete, long silence. Every sense under control with no external input. Not only was I trapped in the bondage, I was trapped in my own head, just me, pig, for company, and all I could do was wait, not knowing when this isolation would end.

I lay there, half horny, half panicked, barely holding back the pointless urge to fight, the silence slowly getting to me, and through all that the inevitable sensation gradually started to build – I really needed a piss.