Life in Steel

Author: eckie
Title: Life in Steel
Date: 28 May 2004

I am waking up by some noise of a heavy door closing and hear a voice.
"It's feeding time, boy."
It's a nice deep voice talking to me, but I still don't know who the person behind this voice is - everything is dark around me.
The only sensory impressions I have had since quite a while are the smell of leather getting permanently up my nose and the weight of some heavy steel on my body, and once in a while this voice of a man, coming regularly into the room (or whatever it is) where I am lying for an unknown time now, feeding me and caring of my other body needs.

It is very hard to move any part of my body with all that heavy steel on my body ? on my feet, on my hands and arms, and on my head; I remain as I am, lying down on some kind of board.
The man who entered the room must be besides me, as his voice is some more clear now when he speaks to me.
"Here we go" I hear him saying, but all I can feel is that he is somehow playing around on a tube that sticks out of my mouth. That tube is going all the way down to my stomach - the tube used to feed me once in a while. I cannot taste anything, but feel my stomach getting filled with something - my dinner ... or is it breakfast, or lunch... I have no idea....
It doesn't take long - a minute or so and he's ready.
"That's enough for now. Later on I will get you upstairs, boy." I hear him saying. "You've been down here long enough, I'm ready with your final coverage and when I've completed my work on you, I will use you for some time now as decoration in my living room - I am sure you will look good there."
What does he mean with that ... "use me as decoration" ... what "final coverage" is he talking about ...
"I'll be back soon, boy, don't run away" he says on his way out, I hear that laugh in his words while saying that. Of course - where should I go, I can hardly move, I don't see anything, I don't even know who he is or where I am - or even how long I have been here already ...
I try to move around a bit, feeling stiff. It is very hard, the weight on all parts of my body are just too heavy for quick or easy moves. I try to think back, how I got here, how did I get into this situation...

***

I always had these fantasies about being welded in steel ? being put into a heavy suit of armor that covers the body completely, from head to toe, and then have it welded shut, so there's no possibility to get out again, not only for some short while, but for lifetime, without any hope of release.
But I would never have thought of this becoming reality.... I have chatted on internet with many likeminded people about this fantasy, being imprisoned in heavy steel for the rest of the life, it was a horny story, good to get off on it, but ... no one I talked to ever said or planned this to become reality. It was clear to be just a horny fantasy and nothing else.

I was walking home from a night out at the bars - I must have had the typical 'one beer too much', feeling a bit dizzy, not really drunk, but had enough already to be sure I will have a great deep sleep. I live alone in a nice house, so no one to care for when I walk in and no reason to be especially quiet. I liked it that way - giving me independence to do whatever I feel for at home, no need to watch for others while playing around or playing with myself.
When I tried to unlock the front door I had to find out that it wasn't locked anyway - stupid me, this isn't the first time it happens - luckily it isn't a dangerous area I am living in, so I am not afraid of being robbed when I forget to lock the door. If anybody would know that I forget locking the door that often, I am sure there would be several people just waiting for this moment...
In the house I make sure I don't forget to lock the door this time - as usually I go to the fridge and get some coke, I sit down in the living room to get out of my boots. I am a kind of boot lover - tall boots that are - today I have been wearing my typical 20holes - my favorites. But as much as I like wearing them, as good it is getting out of them after a long night out in them. It takes some time to unlace them ? wouldn't it be great if there would not be any need to get out of them anymore ... Suddenly I am grabbed from behind and a cloth is held over my mouth, it just takes a short moment and I doze away, I have been chloroformed by an intruder.

Sleeping deep, motionless like a dead body, my captor continues what I started; he unlaces the boots, takes then off all my other clothes and then leaves the house to get to his van. There he takes out a large trunk which he rolls inside the house again, he places it next to this knocked out body of mine and takes me up from the chair I am in and places me carefully inside that trunk, and it is just the right size to fit in in a sort of embryo-position. He closes the trunk, locks it and rolls it back to his van, loads it up and drives away.

***

I am taken to his place, a house somewhere in the middle of nowhere, no curious neighbors around, no one who would care about what is going on or if someone would make any shouting noises.
He unloads the trunk again and rolls it over to his house, inside he opens it, takes my body out and shoulders me easily again.
He walks down into his cellar. He places me on a large bench in the middle of a room, several other doors from this room lead to other dark rooms, heavy wooden doors, heavy locks on it.
Then he walks over to some storage cabinets and takes out several pieces of tools and equipment, loads a trolley with all of it and brings the trolley next to the bench. He first starts cleaning out my body, giving me several enemas until my ass is totally clean, but as well stuffs a tube down my stomach and makes sure everything is out of my stomach too. Then he inserts a catheter into my dick, once it is down in the bladder he fills the ball inside with saline to prevent it from coming out again. He then lubes my ass well and inserts a pretty large plug which has two tubes at the end, makes sure the plug sits well fitted.
Now he attaches a ring around my dick and balls which has electrodes on, part of a tens unit, also he places another smaller ring on the tip of my dick just behind the glans and some more electrodes on my nipples before carefully wiring all of the items and using medical tape to make sure the cables are well placed and not slipping anywhere.
Next he takes a leather pant from the trolley, made of extremely thick black leather, not a usual one, but more like tights with even attached socks and works my feet and legs inside that pant making sure it fits well and very tight and nothing wrinkles on my legs. He pulls it up over my hips, it has no zip or belt but only open sews. He makes sure my dick and balls are placed at the right position, hanging outside of the pant and also adjusts the two tubes of the plug to fit through matching holes in the back of the pants.
Next comes a thick leather shirt, very tight as well, with long arms, and attached leather gloves and he works my upper body carefully into it, again making sure it sits right and making sure none of the electrodes and cables get lost while putting it on me and also making sure the two ends of the wiring are connected to connectors attached to the chest of the shirt. The collar of the shirt is pretty wide so it is no problem to get my head through it, again no buttons or zips, but some not yet sewed seems.
Last now he takes a leather hood, as well made of the same extremely thick leather, with the contours of a human face well worked out on it and he places it over my head, no eye holes, only nose and mouth are open - but again the back is not zipped but still unsewed.
Now he picks up some special tools for sewing leather, a thick sewing thread and leather needle and begins slowly to sew everything together. The seems of the pants are well sewed to close tight around the dick and balls, also the tight shirt gets sewed to the pants and at last the hood gets sewed close and also sewed on to the collar of the shirt. I am now totally encased, sewed into a very heavy tight-fitting leather suit. No zips, no openings but the small breathing holes, my whole body is just covered completely and tightly, imprisoned in this heavy black leather suit, with no way to get out now.

I am then given an injection, another sedative making sure I will not wake up so quickly, before he leaves the room through one of the doors. You could hear now lots of metal clanking if you were near, but living in such isolated area nobody will notice ...
He is now fetching the first pieces of my future outer covering ...
He comes back towards the bench with another trolley, this time loaded with heavy steel parts. The first part to fit on me is two halfs of a sort of small shorts. He fits the back over my ass making sure the two tubes are properly attached to outlets on it and then places my dick carefully inside a hard plastic tube pointing downwards, holding the ring behind the glans in place now, two more plastic parts fitted around my balls, enclosing the ring there too and snapping on to the tube proper, all well covered now, only the catheter looking out at the tip of the tube. He places some heat absorbing materials on both sides where the two parts join before the front part of those metal shorts now gets placed on me, ensuring the plastic covered dick and balls snap inside in place well, now being held very tight at the body pointing almost backwards between the legs. This front part of the pants also snaps on to the back and closes the short well now. He uses some strong adhesive to make sure the two parts stay together for good. A small welding tool now gets used to weld the two parts solid together; and once finished, the heat absorbing material is taken out from the sides of the metal shorts. I am now definitely welded into a permanent chastity device, but with the tubes inserted still can be relieved of body waste.
Next items to put on me are a pair of steel boots. Each existing out of two parts again. He places one foot into the back part of the first boot, my foot fits just well inside. The boot is pretty tall, just up to the knee. Again he places some heat absorbing material at the joint points of the two parts before putting the front over my foot and lower leg, the two parts again are stuck together with the adhesive before he carefully welds them together. The second boot comes on just the same way. Each of those boots has a very thick and heavy steel sole, giving each boot almost 5 pounds of weight.
Now he takes a steel helmet off the trolley, again two parts ? the back part and a solid steel mask, shaped to display a human face, two nose holes and an open mouth it seems. He places my head inside the back part of the helmet and then grabs another tube off the trolley, this tube now being inserted down my stomach and once it is down there, the ball at the end of it gets filled with saline too, preventing it from accidentally slipping out again. The tube is just long enough to end within a rubber gag filling my mouth completely, the inner tube just ending at my teeth on top of the end.
He grabs two more small tubes now and inserts each of them into one nostril, making sure they slide well down my throat, crossing my voice chords, and make me able to breathe though them, again they do end at the tip of the nostril, not standing out of it very much. Now he grabs the front of the mask and carefully attaches all three tubes to the matching connections on the inside of the mask before snapping it on the back half, adhesive keeping it together again, and welding the two halfes together all around he makes sure that this helmet will never come off again. The helmet is made of very solid steel, weighing about 8 pounds, so even if I wasn't sedated, I would have problems to lift my head now in this heavy steel covering encasing it now for good. I can breathe with the two tubes in the nose, be fed by the tube into the stomach, and be relieved from body waste by the tubes in my ass and cock, yet all these parts of my body are well sealed off by heavy steel now.
Now he takes two parts of a wide and thick steel collar, it looks similar to the medical posture collars preventing one from moving the head around, but this one is plain steel, holds the head stiff but as well extends almost 10 inches on the chest and on the back, making sure there is really no movement possible in it and it weighs about 5 pounds by itself. He carefully adjusts it around my neck and yet again welds the two parts solid together and also welds the top of it on to the lower egde of the steel helmet, so the helmet and the collar are now one single piece, irremovably connected.
The next parts to come are two gloves, solid steel again, thick and each about 5 pounds heavy, going up to the elbow. Each again in two parts, holding my hands and my fingers in a solid state, slightly bent, not a fist though, but as solid as they are rendering my hands useless for sure. Having finished the gloves, welding them securely on both arms, he cleans away all tools and trolleys before rolling the bench with me now into one of the attaching rooms, it is a dark cell, spartanic inside, just a wooden bench with some thick padding and several straps attached to it.
He then shifts me from the current workbench on to my future bed, not so easy anymore as I have plenty steel weights on me already, then he adjusts my body to fit well on the bench before using several of the straps to secure me on it.
Then he switches off the lights and leaves, locking the heavy cell door shut.

And that's where I woke up, where I still am now ... that is where I have been since I woke up, finding myself in this confinement, not knowing how it happened or what is to come or how long it has been since I was overpowered in my house.

***

I can hear the door now again, so he is back - I would really give anything to know what is going on, who he is, where I am and what it will take to get released from here - but I can't speak, can't even make the faintest sound here inside my steel helmet, with that tubes going down my neck besides my vocal chords. No matter how hard I try, I cannot speak or make any movement to make myself understood.
I can only hear him saying that it is time to get the final part done on me now, before feeling a little stitch in my arm and immediately dozing away again ... He made sure I would not resist or try anything when he undoes the straps that held me in place, not that with the heavy steel on my body I could have done much anyway ...

He shifts my body again onto the movable bench and rolls it outside into his workroom again. There he already had several trolleys standing with many more steel body parts on them.
Without wasting time he starts right away and places my upper legs in the same heavy steel coverage that already is on my lower legs, both parts solidly welded together, from the top of my thighs to just above the knees, adding more weight to my heavily encased legs now.
Next he takes the parts for the knees, they are actually not solid but can be bent a little so that I would just be able to walk with it, but the knee parts are still welded on to the upper and lower leg parts so that they will certainly never come off again. These joints are special made so that they can be locked if wanted, making any movement of my legs impossible, or be left as they are and allowing me to bend my knees ? to the small degree the solid steel joint allows. The same sort of joints is placed over the joint from the upper legs to the already welded shorts, again allowing me to bend my legs if he unlocks the joints or making them rigid if he locks them.
A pretty heavy steel torso is now put in place, but not without making sure the contacts of the wiring underneath my leather suit are also attached to matching connectors on the inside of the torso. Then it is fixed securely around my upper body by accurately welding together the two halfs at both sides and above the shoulders. This steel torso armor ist the heaviest part of my new steel body: It is made of 3mm thick steel and weighs over 40 pounds. It encases my body very tight, just so that I can breathe properly, but there's not an inch too much space in this solid cuirass. It would be very hard to move inside this heavy suit of armor ? to walk with this tremendous weight on my whole body now ? if I will be allowed to walk in it anyway...
Next to that he encloses my upper arms in the same steel as the rest of the body - again at each point where the parts join he welds on lockable joints, each part allowing me to move slightly only if he leaves them unlocked, very limited movement of course, just like the rest of my body, only the head inside the steel helmet is held absolutely rigid in place by the steel collar which he now as last part also welds rigidly to the steel torso.

My steel body is now ready, with the steel shorts, the heavy cuirass, the stiff collar and the closed helmet now all welded to a single unit, there's no movement possible in that parts of my body any longer. The only movements I can make are some very restricted movements of my arms and legs ? restricted by the very limited movability of the joints in the arm and leg armors, and restricted by the enormous weight of all parts of my now totally steel-clad body.

Now not a single bit of my leather covered body is visible underneath the shining steel anymore, my whole body is imprisoned in thick and heavy metal without any opening ? I'm almost airtightly encased now from head to toe. The only real openings are the ends of the tubes of nose, mouth, dick and ass ? for a short time, as he now shuts the open endings of the catheter and the butt plug tubes with small rubber plugs, and then covers both plugs with small steel plates which he screws onto my steel shorts.
To make the view perfect and to shut one more opening in my prison, he now plugs my mouth tube with another screwed on rubber plug and then attaches another piece of steel over the mouth hole, screwing it on accurately so it looks now as if there is no more open hole under it, it can be removed at feeding times and be placed back right after.
I'm a perfect steel statue now - lying here on the bench.

Now he cleans up all tools and parts that are standing around, making sure his room is tidy again, not bothering if I wake up in between - knowing that even when I wake up I will not be able to do very much inside the heavy steel armor he has welded on my body. When he is finished cleaning up he leaves the room, leaving me just there on the bench as I am: an anonymous body irremovably encased in about 100 pounds of solid steel.

***

As I wake up I feel something is different, I try to move but even though I can make small movements with my arms, I still notice that suddenly each part of my body is heavy, almost too heavy to be lifted by myself, and I feel that I cannot move as freely as I used to the days before. I can't move my head even one friction of an inch, and the movability of my arms and legs is even more resricted than the days before. I feel as if my whole body was pressed into an extremely tight-fitting, solid case, without the slightest space to move inside. Any attempt to get up fails immediately - even though I feel there are no straps or restraints holding me back, I am stuck inside something too heavy to be lifted alone. I can only wait for my captor and hope he will finally release me ? or at least explain what he has done to me.

***

I hear the door going and immediately his voice:

"Ahh, you are awake now.
Don't bother trying to get up; I doubt you will succeed - at least not now.
It will probably take months of training for you to be able to walk and move around in the way I have built you, your muscles will have to build up a lot to carry all the weight, but don't worry, I will give you plenty of training time to get there.
Your full coverage is perfect now, boy. Finally I'm done with my work on you, your transformation is now complete and irreversible, and I must say: You look really great in your steel armor!
Yes, you heard right: Steel armor. You must have been wondering in the last days what I was doing to you. I'll let you know now ? I imprisoned you in a special suit of armor. Your entire body is now covered in extremely heavy steel, not one piece of you is visible anymore. And in case you're wondering ... no, it is not temporary, the complete armor is welded solidly in place. There's no way to get it off your body ever again. Even if I wanted, I couldn't get you out now. And I have no intention to undo my work and release you ever from that steel prison. It took a lot of time to prepare, to do and to finish my work on you, but well, the result is great ? you have become a masterpiece of steel forging!
And I will have lots of joy in the future years with my new piece of furniture...
Yes, I think a nicely polished armor placed in the hallway or in the living room makes a nice decoration.
And that is what you are now, boy: Nothing but a decoration armor. A piece of furniture. A piece of welded and polished steel to be looked at by my guests for some minutes ? and then ignored. Your future will be between being a rigid steel statue and being unmercifully trained and programmed as a robot: periods of total immobilisation, and periods to train you total obediance and to get your body the ability to carry this weight when you are allowed to walk freely - well, as free as the armor and I will allow you that is. Of course you will never be allowed to make any decision of your own, but you will only do as I command ? there will be no single free movement for you ever again. Those times you'll not be immobilized as a decoration armor, you will just be trained to be acting like a robot, an obedient steel slave doing exactly as he's told.
In your times as a steel decoration you will be held totally rigid, each joint of your arms and legs can be locked to ensure you'll have to stand at attention without the slightest movement. You'll soon get used to this, as from now on you will spend most of your life in that state, just being a motionless steel armor standing immobile on its little podest, with nothing to do but wait, for hours, days, or even months. Especially when I have guests or parties I will not allow you to step around, but instead you'll be nothing but one piece of my collection of steel armors.
Yes, in case you wonder again, you're not the first, and probably not the last in my collection of steel armors, you have fellow guys already in the same situation as you are now. One of them has now already been welded into steel for more than 10 years now, and he's doing very well as a decoration armor, and as a robot as well. He has adjusted himself so well to the restricted life in steel that I don't even need to lock his joints any more ? as long as he has no command to move, he just stands at attention as I trained him, totally motionless until ordered to move, an obedient robot without any mind of his own. Unfortunately you will never see him or your other 'brothers in arms' ? as your helmet has no eye openings, and you will never again see anything at all ? but be sure they are there and suffering the same faith as you are. At this point you are the tenth conversion I have done and I plan another 20 to go, maybe even more - it is a large house and there's plenty good places to have an armor standing as decoration. You are number 10 of my armors, and this is how I will call you from now on: Number 10. As you don't have a face anymore and you're not a free man, but just an object, this is more appropriate than to call you by a human name, isn't it?
Well then, Number 10, if you still haven't figured out, I am one of the guys you chatted with for quite long times on the internet, we talked a lot about your fantasies of being welded in steel, I never told you about my final interest to make your dream come true, just kept you sort of warm for it, you gave away a lot of information about yourself, making it easy for me to find you, to watch you, to find out if, when and how I can grab you and your lack of safety in your house made it easy for me to sneak in on several occasions to get the right measures of your body to be able to prepare your current outfit. Of course I also had to investigate if or how you could be made to disappear, but you being a kind of loner, no attachments, not many close people around you made it easy - you will be missed, probably the police will start a search at some point, but unfortunately for you there is no way you will be traced back here or ever to be found. Yet another missing person that never comes back...
Well, Number 10, today I have some guests later in the evening, I invited them to have a look at my latest acquirement, another shiny armor I found on some auction overseas, I told them, and it will be my pleasure to know you inside that amour, wondering what has gotten to you and desperately trying to get out.
So I will help you now up here and walk you up to the living room, as for the next 24 hours this will be your place to be, later you will join the other armors in the hallway, there is a nice place prepared for you where you will stand at attention during your resting periods: You will be placed on a little steel podium, with your number and the date of your encarceration on it and with a spotlight above, so everyone can see the nicely polished steel you're made of.
Tomorrow then I will start your training. You will learn the basic commands you will have to obey as a robot, and we will have to build up your body to be able to walk on your own - even though you won't see anymore, I will still from time to time lead you to another standing point or order you around just for exercise, so you will stay healthy inside your prison. You will agree that I can't get you to another place by carrying you there, so you will have to be able to walk inside that armor to put you on another place where I want to display you. I will train you to be able to cope with very long times of total immobility, as I don't want to deal with you each day, and sometimes you will have to wait just standing at attention in your armor for some days or even weeks without any movement when I just want to see you there on display. We will start with 24 hours of immobility and increase your immobilization time to longer and longer periods, until you will have to cope even with several months of total immobilisation. But at the same time you will have to build up muscles under that steel to become able to move that heavy weight and walk around inside your prison when ordered to move. You will have to learn to follow my signals in form of electroshocks to command you. In some months you will be just a well-programmed robot obeying every command I give you and just patiently standing at attention when not needed. Maybe when he weather is nice, I will sometimes command you to walk into the garden and immobilize you there, just to let you enjoy the sun heating up your steel suit for one day ? or longer. You will see, there is plenty fun to have with a steel robot like you."

With that I feel my legs moved sideward off the bench and by their weight they immediately fall downwards. I notice my heavy steel boots touching the ground with a sharp clanking sound. He then commands me to stand up, helping me not to fall down but slowly getting this clumsy, half-rigid steel robot that I have become now standing upside on my feet.
He tells me to slowly walk forward but it takes me quite some time to be able to lift the first leg for a tiny step.
The weight of this armor is extreme and I immediately start sweating, the thick leather cover over my body is not helping much either and just keeps warming me up.
Each tiny step I make is a torture at the moment and I wonder how someone could ever get really able to ever walk on his own inside this armor. How could I ever become strong enough to move around in this ton-weight steel prison?!
He leads me step by step forward and after what seems to have lasted hours including a small lift in a sort of elevator he turns me slowly around and orders me to stand still - well, I try to stand, but the little movement that this armor allows ensures anyway that I can not do much, so unless I bend forward too much I will just stay as I am.
I hear several clicks as he locks the joints of my leg armor. I try to move my steel-clad legs, but I find it impossible to change their position even about an inch. Now I won't be able to walk away or just move my legs even the slightest bit. I will have to stand right in this place until he releases me and unlocks my joints.
He then adjusts the position of my arms ? he wants me to hold them straight down to the sides of my steel-clad body, as if I was standing at attention. Some more clicks, and my arms are immobilized too, nothing to do with them now.

Even though I try very hard now, I am no longer able to move any part of my body at all. I struggle with all my strength, but at the same time I feel how hopeless my efforts are. It's like my solid steel suit was welded into one single piece now ? I'm a totally rigid steel statue, totally restrained, unable to move any part of my heavily encased body, unable to change anything about the position I'm in now, unable to do anything but stand at attention in this fucking solid prison of mine and wait for whatever he's decided to do with me now.

"There you are, Number 10, my new piece of furniture is on its place now. Until tomorrow this will be your unchangeable position. You will stand in this position during the whole evening, the entire night and most of tomorrow. You might find it difficult to sleep inside your armor in a standing position, but after some days in armor you'll be tired enough to sleep like that ? you can't fall down now anyway, so just try to relax in there.
I am curious what my guests later this evening will have to say about this nice new suit of armor of mine. Don't bother trying to make yourself noticed. Even if they will be standing right in front of you, there is not a single part of you able to move and your gag and the tube down your throat will securely prevent any noise from your voice cords too. You are perfectly isolated in there. I will be the only one to know that there's a living man inside this polished armor, trying to shout for help and desperately wanting out, but unnoticed from the world outside ? with no chance to escape ever. No one else will ever notice that you are there, imprisoned forever in all that steel.
Your faith is sealed now, literally sealed, in complete steel ...
As you see, Number 10, your dream has come true: You're welded into steel, you're encased from head to toe, completely and without any opening but for breathing, and you will never be released from that severe encarceration.
No, you don't have to thank me. Just be a well-behaved suit of armor and stay quiet.
Don't struggle too much now, you won't be able to move until I unlock you. And don't even think about escape. You will soon learn that there is not the faintest chance to get away. Just try to relax and come to terms with your encarceration. Your new life as a steel armor will be very hard, but you will get used to it sooner or later. Within a few years, you will have adjusted to your new steel body.
A very handsome steel body, as I might add. You're really a masterpiece of steel forging, Number 10. You look really nice in there, Number10, my guests will be very impressed of this wonderful piece of welded steel...
Enjoy yourself in the meantime, Number 10, I'll have some rest now before my guests arrive in a few hours. "

I hear him walking away and a door closing. Silence.

I desperately try to make any sort of movement, I try shouting, I try anything, but in vain - there is nothing I can do, nothing that will change where I am, what I am.
A decoration armor. A steel robot.
My fantasy has come true.
I'm finally imprisoned in solid steel from head to toe.

Even though now I am no longer so aroused by it as I used to be when talking about it.


***

If anyone would have told me about being transformed into a living steel robot, I would have told him a fantast, if anyone would have offered such conversion to me I would have laughed, calling it a fantasy and never to come real.

But this WAS real, as real as it can get, and I was the main part in it!
And as it seems right now, this reality will never end...!!!

I started to curse about the day I met this guy on internet and to curse about me wishing this fantasy to become reality ...
This nightmare was even worse than everything I ever dared to imagine: Sure, I had this fantasies about being welded in steel ? but I had always thought of some kind of a "classical" suit of armor, heavy and restricting, okay, but just so that the wearer would be able to walk and move around in it almost as normal. I had thought of a suit which would be hard to bear at first, but which I could get used to after some while. I had never thought of such an extremely solid, ton-weight, almost immovable steel prison! How could I ever get used to be stuck inside this horrifyingly solid steel suit?
And yes, I had fantasized about an armor that would restrict my movement, but never dared to think about TOTAL LONG-TERM IMMOBILITY! How would I be able to cope with such a severe incarceration? He said I would be immobilized sometimes for several days, or even months!! Now I could barely imagine how torturous it would be to stand at attention without any movement for such a prolonged time! How would I cope with this brutal treatment?
And well, when thinking about being welded into steel completely, I had just imagined a classical steel helmet on my head, with a steel visor to look through, maybe lockable and opened only to eat and drink, but I could have gotten used to this as well. Never did I think of this horrible possibility: To encase my head completely into such a heavy, tight-fitting steel mask without even holes for the eyes and weld it totally shut, so it would never come off again!
Yes, I had this fantasies, but never had I thought about such a severe confinement: This solid prison I was now confined in was just too devilish! How could anyone be so sadistic to do this to a living man? But someone was cruel enough to do it, and I was the one to be incarcerated forever in this nightmare now.
So here I stood: Welded completely into extremely heavy steel, without any opening but the little holes for breathing, feeding and excreting. Immobilized by the locked joints and by the weight of my suit. Locked inside a helmet without openings that would never come off again. Gagged and blind forever under the steel mask now securely welded to my face. Firmly encased in 100 pounds of solid steel, surrounding my body from head to toe. Encarcerated in a tight-fitting steel prison without opening and without movability.

And trapped inside this horrifying steel prison for the rest of my life!

Again I started to struggle.
This can't be true! I had to get out!!!
SHIT, I WANT OUT!!!

But though I tried with all the strength I had, I couldn't even move my little finger. I tried to scream as desperate as I could, but all remained silent ? there was no sound coming from my voice at all.
I could do nothing. I would never escape out of this horrible nightmare. The more I struggled, the more I realised that there was absolute no chance to get out of this mass of solid steel welded on my body.
Never again!

I got what I wanted, just that now I do not want it anymore .... But I am doomed to live it for good...
Finally the horrifying reality of my situation sinks in:
This is no fantasy and this is no game. I will never get out of this. There's no stop code to end the session when I have enough. Not in a week, not in a month, never.
I will never be able to say stop and be released. I will never even be able to complain or beg for release. I will never return to a life as a free man, but stay forever what I am now: nothing but an anonymous body inside a solid steel suit, forever invisible under all this steel, silent, blind, helpless, standing immobilized or depending on ? well, I have to say: my owner ? to lead me and feed me, sweating and suffering forever inside this inescapable prison.
I was irrevocably transformed to an anonymous, heavy piece of steel, a blind, clumsy, helpless steel robot ? for the rest of my life...

(And somewhere in this world is a house full of shiny armors, and each of them has a doomed soul inside it, a living man encased in solid steel, desperate to escape, but never to be free again ...)