Remote controlled

Author: eckie
Title: Remote controlled
Date: 25 June 2007

Weekend again... I just finished the last bits of work and closed down the computer, I often work from home like today, so shutting down the pc is all it takes to be 'off work'. This weekend I planned to go again to that club irregularly visit, about once a month or every 6 weeks I am there for a weekend. I know the owners well and can stay there for free and quite some of the regular guests have become some sort of friends as well, so it was always nice to be there.

The events at the weekends were different, but somehow the club just didn't take off, you never knew would there be lot or few people or who would be there at all, but even then I always enjoyed the time there, so this weekend once again I would go there. Being not just around the corner but rather some distance to drive, I would have to just pack some stuff up and get ready to go.

I packed the usual, some clothes to change and the essentials for a weekend travel and then had to decide what to war for the first night of course, something to wear now then I would not have to get changed when I arrived there in the evening. I had not played much the past weeks at all, too much busy with work as most of my time, so I was actually semi hard while standing naked in front of the closet, then I got the idea to enforce that a little more by putting on my cb3000, an item bought long time ago but rarely gets proper usage other than short evening plays I have with visitors. I decided I would put it on now and not take it off before returning from the weekend. It took a while to get soft enough to get it on, but I managed and once it was locked, my dick no longer had enough space to get hard without causing troubles down there. for tonight I wanted to go a bit further too and decided to use a small plug as well, for the evening it would be ok and before bedtime it would need to get out, but for sure it would keep me horny all evening, causing again the constant troubles with the CB, a sort of catch 22 created by myself...

Then I decided to put on the short sleeved and short legged rubber suit I had, but in order to prevent the edges of the lock on the CB to rip the rubber I decided to put on a pretty thick rubber short first. It was thick enough to withstand a lot and prevent any harm to the suit then. Once the short and suit were on I decided to keep the rest comfortable for it was a long car ride, so I took my army pants and shirt and together with my pair of paraboots I was ready to go.

the ride was about 2,5 hours, I managed to stay focused on the streets though the plug did its job and the CB as well, back and forth pleasure and some light pain ... when I arrived I said hello to the hosts and stuffed my bag away in the room I was to sleep and already thought about removing at least the plug, but I could sort of convince myself to keep it as planned at least for the evening until bedtime. After a little chat with the hosts I went down to the club they owned, see who was there and chat around a bit with anyone I would know.

It was still pretty empty, then again still early in the evening, so I chatted with the barman for some time. A few more guests arrived during that, some I knew, others new to the club, but due to its size it was hard to track everyone, it still looked empty even though several guys were around cruising or doing whatever they did.

A couple entered after a while, obviously a master with his slave, the top also in full army, his slave wearing also an army jumpsuit, his hands were cuffed on his back and he followed his master on the leash connected to his collar. I liked the view of it a lot, and it was more interesting of course than the usual guys being here just chatting. They disappeared in the backrooms shortly after the master had ordered his drink; the slave seemed not to get any.

I thought I might have to check out later what they do, if anything interesting, but not right now, a bit time of waiting would be looking more casual instead of following them immediately. I kept talking to a few friends and almost half an hour later I could hear some discussion going on in the backroom, nothing loud or alarming, but someone had an argument there. It was just 5 minutes later when the master and his slave came to the bar again, the slave then though all free and in the lights of the bar the master also took off the padlocked collar, without any further words the slave left then and the master took a seat at the bar next to me.

I asked what happened and the master only said that it was obviously just another wannabe, asking to be slave yet not really into the full set of it, only seeking some short fun and not more. Obedience was not the best of his qualities and any disciplinary measures he wanted to use were strictly denied just before, ending in a small argument about it and the decision of the slave to go home immediately. I told him that I had seen that many times and it seemed to be quite regular to find that, but while we kept chatting we also agreed that there is often enough the good ones, hard to find but they are there and once you play with one of them you definitely have the fun you seek - on both sides.

At some point he asked my about the army outfit, if I was into the drill and that, but I told him I just like the fetish of the clothes, not the army play, drill and along. I have quite a collection on army clothes at home; they look great and also are pretty comfortable for the long wear. he also noticed the little piece of rubber visible under my shirt and asked about that too, and again I has to tell him how much I liked wearing it, on long runs full rubber is pretty hard, but a short suit as I was wearing now is no real problem over a few days if wanted and underneath other clothes it hardly is noticeable, I even went to work a few times with rubber underneath just for the fun of it. He wanted to see the full and told me to stand, so I did. he said it looked well on me, seemed well fitting, probably about his own size as well, and he also was a fan of army clothes but as well rubber and leather, more stronger rubber probably, industrial thickness preferred, but harder to wear hidden. he grabbed my ass for a slight slap and must have felt the plug there, maybe because his slap made me shudder a bit more as it usually would, the plug being in there for some time now made it pretty sensitive to the brief push it received from the slap. He asked what I had there and I told him how I prepared myself before the trip and my plans to keep it till end of the evening, and the CB I told him about for the weekend. He said he owned also one of the plastic ones but would not really trust them to be safely preventing to cum or be hard, he would rather see proper steel devices used instead. I know several of those and would certainly not mind owning one of those as I told him then, but the pricing is pretty high, in my opinion too high to have it lay around most times and only occasionally used, also the fact of being made to measure makes it difficult to use those on various play people.

he agreed to that as well and said it was not too easy to find someone fitting in the ones he had in his place and have them wear it more than just the evening, usually they always caused troubles at the one or other point of the body and needed to be taken off at the end of the play. But then he mentioned that he was about the same size like me and if I was interested we could sure try out if one of his belts could fit well enough for a while on me. It was still not very busy n the club so I told him I would not mind trying, and when he said he lived just 20 minutes away from here we agreed to go to his place and try out what might fit. I told the barman that I would be back later and then we left.

it was indeed just a 20 minutes ride but into an area I did not know, a little outside the town was this small farmhouse, rebuilt into a living house, a few hundred meters away from the main road and the next neighbors far enough to not disturb or be disturbed by anything around the house here. I always wanted such a house myself, so admired it and told him that I liked the location he had. he told me he was looking also a long time to find something like it but once he had found it he was happy to get it and adapt it slightly to his needs. I asked what adaption he meant and he just said he could show me around later if I wanted to, but now we should see if I could fit in some of the stuff he had in mind.

I thought at first we wanted to try a steel CB only, but it showed he had more in mind to try out, not that I would object to it - I always loved to be placed in several various gears of someone else, that alone was a kick to me, let along be it fetish gear of some kind.

He told me to get out of everything so we could see about some of his gear to try on. I removed all clothes and as well the cb3000 and stood there naked when he came from the next room with two steel chastity belts of his. I recognized both models, one a Goethals covering balls and steel tube, a model I loved, yet so far only had seen on pictures and another one from NatSteel, I had tried such one before and liked it, but I would personally have preferred a Goethals over it any time. We first tried the NeoSteel and even though it seemed at first to fit proper, when he told me to move around, walk around and sit/stand up a few times I quickly felt some pressure points that would definitely cause trouble after some time, maybe an hour or two, maybe a few more, but definitely nothing longer. He said we should try the Goethals instead, I certainly like that as well and again - even though we managed to get it on and locked, the same attempts to move, walk, sit, stand and even put on clothes and do it again - I knew it would not last too long, being on the larges possible setting still causing pressure, on the waist but as well on top of the steel tube holding my dick, it was not proper fitting my measures, so again would not be more than a few hours, but I told him that I sure would enjoy a few hours inside it. He laughed and said he would not mind, but if I would like he had another one available, specially made for him, a modified Latowsky belt, one that looked like some steel pantyhose, but with some of his modifications. I asked what they were and he said he would show me. He took the other two belts away again to the other room and came back with the last one. I had seen pictures of that Latowsky too but never seen one in real so it was fascinating to hold it in my hands, there I could see a few modifications already, the bulge on the front was practically not present, instead pretty flattened, as if there is no dick at all, also I could see extra attached metal coverage on the back, like a small box welded on top of the waist belt on the backside and a few extra tubes visible glued inside the belt, my question of course was mandatory what those items were and he smiled that he would like to explain them to me while the belt was on, that is if it fits proper.

He took out the silicon insert of the front, the part holding the dick and balls and said if that fits ok, we can make the rest fit ok too. I had to concentrate on my tax bills briefly to get softer again, but with some lube and his advice we managed to slip that insert over my dick and balls in the proper way so they were covered in the way it needs to be. He asked me if there was any trouble so far to be felt, but it seemed to be made just right to my parts. he smiled and said it looks promising then and continued to put the rest of the belt on me, the insert fitting proper into the front part, by that successfully pressing my dick and balls backwards between my legs to an extent that I knew there would not be any space at all to get hard. He told me then he had that front part constructed especially like this, avoiding any bulge to be present - not just to be better hidden under clothes even with tighter pants, but as well to prevent any room to get hard being available and keep the dick pressed successfully between the legs. The functionality was still given, I could still piss, while sitting of course, and cleaning was also still possible through the mechanism of the original model, but at the end it will look like there is almost no dick present at all. he also placed the back half proper now and then adjusted the locking mechanisms on both sides to match my waist in the proper way, then I heard the locks click and it was proper locked on me. Again he told me to walk, sit etc, but other than the unusual feeling of my dick hidden between the legs I could not feel any problems. The metal prevented dick and balls to get any extra pressure or irritation from my moving around and at neither other sport of the belt I felt pressure points other than feeling the belt itself, a bit unknown feeling but nothing that would cause troubles. I told him it seems to fit great and sure would be possible to stay on a little longer than the other two. He smiled and told me to come closer to him again he would then show me the other modifications.

He told me to bend over and I heard something on the back of the belt, he explained it was the cover for the asshole, an add-on to the belt he also had modified, but generally the same feature as available on the original belt. Then he told me he would put back my plug again, it seemed to be the right size for me for longer, since I had it in already before for some time. Normally I would have preferred keeping it out, but to get the features of that belt complete I agreed to try it again. I was still ok with it and one he had it slip into place, I heads him close that small lid on the backside and I thought to hear some slight clicking noise as well, so asked if he had put a padlock on, but he told me that there is none and it was not needed anyway. My questioning look in my face sure told him I wanted to know why, so he continued that the belt as it was put on now was pretty much complete and all features in place. I kept looking at home with questions in my expression, so he laughed and told me he would show me.

He took out his mobile phone and showed it to me - telling me it is a regular standard mobile, the one he uses in daily life. Then he dialed a number and again a click could be heard, but nothing happened. He immediately told me though that by that the small lid on the backside was unlocked and I could try to open it. I felt with my hand to the back and once I had my fingers on the top of that small lid I could indeed open it, releasing access to my ass and the plug inside. He asked to close it again and take my own mobile out, I did and he gave me a number to send an SMS to with only the word 'salve' in it. I did as he said and again the lid on the back unlocked. He told me there is an automated reply to that SMS programmed that will open the lid with the settings he had programmed in.
he told me to keep it open and wait, I asked what for to wait and he said he had set on purpose just a minute time, so I would see right away. I kept asking what I would see and with that the minute passed fast, the moment it was over I felt an incredible shock on my dick and balls. Short but very hard, causing me almost to go down on the floor. He laughed loud while I was almost screaming and told me that this shock would be repeated every minute, but increasing its length each time, and it could only be stopped by closing that small lid on the back again so that it can snap into the lock again. I did not want to wait for the next shock and immediately closed it, by that of course locking that plug in its place again. I phewed telling him that this is a genius modification, vicious and genius and certainly effective for the wearer of that belt, in this case at the moment... me.

he continued to explain that these shocks could be set off by his mobile on any time in any form as well and the whole mechanism of control was sealed in the little box welded on the backside of the belt, small enough not to be visible under clothing, large enough to hold the phone module for receiving the control signals and the accu, there were actually two accus inside that little box, one actively sending the shocks and responsible for the lock on the lid above the asshole, another set taking over if the first one is completely empty and off power. A small jack on the lower side of the small box was used to recharge the accus. I told him again how genius those ideas were but how he would ensure the accus being charged, with again a laugh he told me that was why there is the second accu, once the first one gets low, it sends tingling sensations through the dick and balls, but only for so long before it is empty. Once it is empty an integrated switch will activate the second accu, that one though is not controlled via the remote phone system, but is permanent active, sending permanent those hard shocks every minute until it either is empty or the first accu is charged and active again. He had tested its duration, and the accu will last in its permanent active state about 12 hours, with every minute a shock, increasing its time until it remains on permanent after about 30 minutes. The wearer of the belt would have to endure 12 hours permanent hard shocking of his balls and dick to avoid charging the accus, and he has not yet seen one able to endure that. from what I remembered the one shock I had received I certainly believed him, one is enough, even if I would like it, 12 hours permanent would definitely be too much to bare. he agreed to me and said he doubts anyone would dare or cope with trying the full time to get both accus empty, whoever is locked in will definitely try to get it charged in time.

With that he said that we can try a few other things now too, since the belt fits well I can keep it on for some time without problems. He told me to follow to the next room, where he obviously had stored all his stuff. It was a small sort of walk in closet, just there were no normal clothes at all, instead lots of rubber, leather and army stuff and plenty closets which most likely hold lots of toys and tools. He grabbed a rubber suit and held it to me, judging and saying it should fit well and asking me to put it on. I asked about the belt maybe ripping the rubber but he said there are no edges on the belt that could rip the rubber; he made sure of that at its construction.

It was prelubed, so I could slip in easily. It was a rubber suit with long arms and legs, but no gloves or socks attached, also the neck was generously low. The entry however was a two way zip, from just below navel on the front between the legs all the way up to about the shoulders. A bit tricky to get in but he told me I would see why it was made like it once I was inside. He told me it is a perfect suit to wear under other clothes, since neither part should show under usual shirts and trousers. Once I was inside he helped with the zippers to be closed, both ends of the zips met on the beck, just at the height of the waist belt of the CB. Then again I heard a small clicking noise, thinking he locked them both together, but he showed me to a long mirror on the wall, turning me a little to show the mechanism. The end of upper part of the zip was hooked into a small hook being part of that small welded on box on the CB, the lower zip was still free to open and close. He said then again that this small hook also could be released by the same mechanism as the lid over the asshole, so taking off that suit also is only possible when it is released, but daily needs still can be performed with only the lower zip being opened. Since the mechanisms on the CB were waterproof sealed, sweat would not cause trouble and as well flushing out the rubber under the shower while still wearing it will not cause any damage. Again I had to admit to him that the ideas put into that belt were from a vicious genius, he only laughed on that.

he now gave me a set of arm long rubber gloves and a set of long rubber socks, I put the socks on first, they reached up to my thighs and then put on the first rubber glove, just to find out it had no fingers but just a fist, he smiled when I found that out and assisted me with the second glove, now my hands were rather useless. Next he added a rubber hood, not very thick but well molded to the contours of a face. It has pin holed eyes only, a mouth and nose holes. Its neck was quite long so that it actually was possible to tuck it into the low neck of the rubber suit. he asked how I felt and if I would allow him to put on more in order to get me ready in the way he would dress a slave to be taken to a club like the one we were and I smiled, agreeing telling him my dick inside the prison would normally tell him to continue, but now there is not much to see other than my occasional moaning...

He just laughed and said I would have to cope with it some more time before all would be taken off again today. I grinned and told him to just continue, I would enjoy it completely at the moment. He then took a harness made of rubber, a chest harness which also had extensions on both sides for the arms. He placed in on my upper body, carefully strapping everything in place, tight fit on the chest and then continued to strap it around the arms all the way down to the wrists. Once everything was well buckled up he bent my first arm on my back and then pulled it up so that my wrist reached almost the shoulder blade. A few straps buckled and it was fixed in place there, then he did the same with the other arm. I could hardly move either of them now and they were safely out of the way on my back now. Even with free fingers I would most likely not have reached the needed buckles to open it and get free.

Next he produced a thick rubber muzzle with an included gag as I could see, but not just a gag, an inflatable butterfly gag instead. He carefully placed it proper into my mouth making sure each part is at the right place before strapping the muzzle over my rubbered head, making sure it is well strapped tight, unable to move and unable for me to lower my chin any further than the gag kept it at the moment. The he started to inflate the gag, further and further, with each pump I felt it grow and felt losing more and more the ability to vocalize anything or bring out any other noise for that sake. The muzzle kept the pressure against the face so that my cheeks did not even look that much inflated, though there was no more free space in my mouth, everything filled and tightened by the gag now.
He then removed the pumping ball from the gag after having sealed the valve.

Now he took another singlet made of rubber, but I did not see any arms on it, but it has an open face hood. He had me step into the short legs and pulled it up, up the chest, got my head inside the hood, straightened it all out before closing the zip on the backside. This singlet was pretty thick rubber, from the feeling it must be at least 1 or 1,5 mm thick, it definitely rendered my arms and hands useless, pressing them against my back, and also now having them completely disappeared inside the rubber shell. He smiled when he looked at me and again asked if I was fine. I was getting pretty sweaty by now and more and more irritated by the pain of the dick attempting to find any space inside its prison, but other than that I felt great and horny as hell, so I just nodded, no more than a silent grunting was coming out my mouth.

He then told me that a friend of his is a tailor and he had some other goodies made to his ideas, sure I could not get all of them shown or tried on, but one would now fit perfect to the outfit I had on so far. more to come I thought, sweatier and hotter, but apart from not having much choice if he would force it I also was curious enough to just have him come with anything he had in mind. He took a big leather item off the hanger in the shelves, it looked very heavy and seemed to be a one piece leather suit, but a closer look when he was closer to me and as much as the pinholes allowed me to see, it had attached boots to it and seemed also to miss arms. And I could recognize tons of straps all over it. He helped me sit down on a chair and then helped me get my rubbered feet into the heavy leather legs down into the boots. They were slightly too big, but being attached I would sure not lose them. Then he stood me up again and pulled the suit all up over my shoulders, only then I saw the also attached hood dangling in the front of my chest now. He stated closing the zip on the back of the suit, encasing the whole rubbered body of mine now in leather. then he took the hood and did something I could not recognize to the inside, but he immediately told me that there were two small tubes for the nose on the inside of the hood and a bit special lube will make it easier to slide up my nose and making sure there is always free air through the nose. I would have maybe protested to that, but at the moment I was too horny to get the full outfit on me so thought I would just give it a try, if it was bad I could sure make him aware of it and stop there.

He now pulled the hood over my head, making sure he inserted the two tubes in time into my nostrils. It was at first an ugly feeling to get them both shoved inside but once the hood was in place and laced tight it all slipped into place and was pretty ok; breathing also was very easy through those tubes, aside of not having anything else to breathe anyway. That hood was fully closed, two tubes for the nostrils and nothing else. Once he finished the lacing of the hood and also had it proper buckled he started buckling up all straps on the suit, from the ankles up to the neck must have been two dozen or more straps, he tightened them all. he then told me to make a few steps forward to feel it, and man was that thing heavy, when starting to move I could now feel its weight and its tightness, other than my head as far as the leather allowed I could only move my legs - again as far as the tightened leather allowed - and I was sweating more and more by the minute.

He said two finishing touches missing then I would be ready to go. I wondered what more there can be now but then heard - as much as the covers over my head allowed hearing - chains and metal. I did not see what he had picked but he told me that the shackles he will place on my ankles are special made as well, since he never found some in the strength he would have liked, so he got them special made for him and he kept in mind then to have them fit over the boots of this particular suit. They were very wide, very thick and had a one foot long very large and heavy chain between them; all together it was almost 15 kgs of weight. I could feel something being attached to my ankles but did not want to move unless he tells me to, I would not have wanted to stumble in my current situation. When he was done he told me the last one is to come. the then walked behind me and then I felt a collar being put around my neck, not just a collar, but it seemed to be a posture collar, while putting it on he explained again that this as well was made by the same guy who did his shackled, formed by a model of a posture collar, but made of heavy thick steel instead. Once it was on my neck and my head held strait forward looking in place I felt its weight, must have been several kilos as well I thought. I heard another click in the front, a leash was hooked into the collar then I heard him say that I was ready to go, and again he asked if I was ok.

I was in plugged, chastised to an extent I never had before, my dick fighting for not available space, sweating in full rubber head to toe, unable to speak anything, hearing little, seeing nothing, getting warmed up by a head to toe leather suit, tightly strapped on to me, no arms, no hands, extra heavy weights on legs and neck - what would I answer to that question of his ... I tried muffling something but not really anything understandable was coming out of my mouth, and neither nodding nor shaking my head was an option either with that collar in place. He laughed and said he's taking it as being fine and we could go back to the club now. I did not think about going there like that, but neither was a big choice here nor did I actually mind, at the moment I wanted to enjoy the situation as long as it lasts. he pulled on the leash and I started slowly moving and trying to follow the pull, only now I realized the full weight of the shackles, I barely could lift my legs and shuffled slowly as much as the connecting chain allowed, carefully following the pull.

Not seeing anything made it worse, so it took a while before we ended up outside the house and at his car. he opened the boot of the car and helped me inside, how else would I have expected now to be driving... it would be just 20 minutes so I would not have trouble I thought. During the ride I could feel each and every street bump there in the boot, but luckily it was not too long before he stopped again and I could hear the boot being opened and he helped my get out of it, not an easy task though in my current state. Another pull on the leash and I slowly followed that pull, wherever he would lead me now... I was not sure where we walked, in my current state it seemed so different walking inside that club as it does when you see and move freely, but I guessed we were getting into the mail area, I could make out lots of voices but hardly understood much of them. After a short while standing where he obviously talked to some other people another pull on the leash and I followed again. when we stopped I heard a few chains rattling again and felt some attached to the suit I was wearing, only shortly after I heard the electric winch, now I knew in what part of the club we were now and immediately I was pulled off the floor, not very far it seems, but the full weight of the shackles now kept my legs pulled down while I was helpless dangling in midair now. I heard him say to me to enjoy the evening, another secret item will be switched on now and with that I was completely cut off the world. there were obviously headphones embedded in the hood, because after he said it I suddenly hears nothing but white noise, loud enough to keep anything else away from me, and at the same time I felt some tingling around my dick and balls - the bastard started stimulating my dick as if it was not fighting enough already in this prison and aside of that I was completely isolated now, only me and myself in my encased situation floating there a few feet above the ground.

I was just left there by myself, sometimes trying to moan from pleasures of the tingling on my dick and also moaning from the pain of the imprisoned dick trying to get hard without any success. Occasionally I could feel hands on my body, not knowing whose hands those were, that made me horny again, so more problems in the chastity belt, sometimes I was pushed to swing there, but other than that I was all alone in my own world and completely lost track of everything around me. The weight of the collar and the shackles started to hurt on occasion but then the horniness of my situation took over again, a constant up and down of feelings, I was in heaven and hell at the same time and did not even know how long I was there already or still will be there. it certainly felt like many hours, or was it more, did I doze away from the monotony of the white noise, I could not tell, I only knew I was feeling the sweat run down my body and other than that I just felt myself, no world around existed.

At some point I was let down again on the floor, but I could not stand, I sacked down on the floor supported by several hands I could feel, definitely more than one person. I was left sitting thee then for some time, still the white noise in my ears. I lay down on the floor to get the weight of the collar away from my shoulders, not easy to lay down especially since I was completely disoriented by now.

Again a pull on the leash indicated to stand up, I needed again help for it, my orientation was gone completely and it was quite some work to follow the pull of the leash, obviously we went back to the car I thought and indeed I was helped inside the boot again and we drove. Back at his lace I was helped out of the boot and followed the leash again, obviously back into the house I thought. Then I felt him taking off the collar first, what a relief I thought and was happy to get out of all now, as horny as it was, as exhausting it was as well. the shackled were the next to go and then I felt him open up all the straps of the leather suit, once all was open and he removed the hood I could - even through the rubber - feel cooler air around my body slowly getting everywhere. He made sure the tubes in the nose however stayed in there and were detached from the hood instead. once I was out of the leather suit I could also finally see something again, as much as pinholes allow, but see at least, and to my surprise it was broad daylight already and we were not in his house, but instead in sort of a very large barn, I was standing in the middle of it and it was else pretty much empty except a strange looking thing in front of me, a few metal bars from a small metal platform upright in about the height of a person.

He was then working on the front of the muzzle that I still had on holding the gag still in place and suddenly I was able to also breathe through that gag. He must have known I was surprised and explained that I needed to drink and this was the way to get me fed plenty. He connected a tube and then held a sort of bag that was attached to it over my head telling me to drink it all. It took a long time to get it all emptied, it must have been two or three liters and tasted quite neutral, but was not just plain water. He told me it was a lot of nutritious fluids which I sure needed after the long time sweating. Also he told me I would have to get flushed to get the sweat out of the rubber suit. If I understood right that meant he had no intention yet to let me out of it. The drinking however refreshed me so that I actually again was curious of what was to come, so I just let him go on. When I had finished the drinking the muzzle was closed up again and all was tight as before.

He led me now towards that strange metal stand next to us and placed me on it between the metal bars. Once I was placed proper those bars actually were like four posts around my body shape, almost fitting to it and he then started attaching metal straps to those bars, screwing each of them on to it, placed in the right spots they started holding my body straight standing inside a metal prison. He started at the ankles, sine my arms were still packed away under the rubber I was helpless immediately there again. Other straps below the knees, above them, at the top of the thighs, around the waist, belly, chest, neck and forehead, and once all were in place, I could neither move much nor fall or anything, I probably could let myself go and sleep in there standing if it was needed. He then attached two longer tubes to the nostril tubes, which made breathing slightly heavier, I had to breathe in harder but still no problem at all to get the air I needed.

He disappeared out of my sight for a moment, then I heard a winch going again, he hooked the entire metal stand that held me and lifted it up to the ceiling of the barn, well, half way to it then he stopped it. I could not bend my head down so has to stare straight forward, not seeing what he did now below me. He seemed to prepare something, but I just had to wait and see or feel when he was ready. then I heard him call up to me that he was giving me some extended cooling down now, the water would be on constant temperature and I should not worry, I would be safe. I did not understand what he meant, but the winch started again letting me down again. Suddenly however I felt cool something around my ankles, and the further I got down the higher I felt the water around me. once it reached my waste it also was getting all inside the rubber through the zip there and the further down I got the more frightened I got, I was fearing the worst, and I was right ... I was let all the way down into a large round tank, a glass tank, filled with water. I tried moving, but the metal held me strict in place, I tried shouting, but the gag prevented anything that could have topped the noise of the winch, there was nothing I could do, I went completely under water until the bottom of that cage like device hit the ground. I started to panic, air ... air... air ... but then I realized why he extended the tubes in the nostrils, I actually was breathing as before, I just needed to calm down again, s I started concentrating, telling myself that all is ok, nothing to fear, and indeed I started breathing normally soon after and found that it was no problem at all. he had been standing right in front of that cylinder and watching me, the remote of the winch in his hand, but he seemed also now to see that I was ok and put the remote away, taking a ladder to climb up to the top of the cylinder and - what I could not see - attaching the tubes to some openings of the lid to that cylinder before placing it on top and sealing me completely into a cylinder full of water. again I cols not hear anything but my own breathing, but this time I could see, limited, only strait forward, but I could see a bit blurry though the water. It was cooling me indeed, not cold, but rather comfortable, I could not move, hear, speak, I tried letting my body go and found I did indeed not really move but just stood there, or better hanging there in the metal prison. Then I saw him waving at me and leaving the barn... I was alone.

Hours passed before something happened again, and I was surprised again, a whole bunch of guys entered the barn and has plenty gear and tools with them. trying to watch as far as things happened in front of me I soon gathered they were preparing obviously some party or similar. Tables, chairs, sound system, then lots of crates of drinks and food, all was carries inside the barn and arranges around me, I was still standing there isolated in this tank in the middle of the barn. Several of the guys stopped in front of me, talking to each other obviously about me, but I could not hear anything, just watch them. a few very horny guys, I would have loved getting involved with them, but other than feeling my dick fight in his prison again I could not do anything but stand and watch.

slowly the barn filled up, more and more horny guys all in fetish arrived, I could hear the bass of the sound system, the vibrations of it, not rally much more was clear recognizable and I saw them having fun, enjoying themselves, eat, drink, talk, dance and of course having sex, so he must have been hosting a small fetish party in his own place now and used me as sort of decoration in the middle of it. Spotlights were pointed at the cylinder having it change its color, and inside that motionless rubber thing....

I would have loved to participate directly in that party and all its action going on around me, who knows what was happening in the areas I could not even, see, but then again - I actually was right in the middle of it, getting a very extended excessive bondage experience with it. I sure would have imagined the weekend less excessive tied up, but I kept enjoying it, the good and the bad moments of it, at the end my dick convinced me constantly of the pleasure of the situation.

motionless in underwater isolation you do not really track time well, so I still was not sure how much time passed or will still have to pass, but at some point the barn began to empty and with only a handful guys left I saw him climb the ladder again, taking off the lid of the cylinder and shortly after I was winched out of it, water splashing all off me and once in the free air they must have removed the cylinder again, because I was let down again to the ground again then. Several hands unscrewed all metal straps and I was able to get off that platform again, helped by two guys since I could not stand alone very securely. the two then also started to get me out of the rubber, the strap harness, the gloves, socks and even the rubber suit, I was sitting almost naked, well only in the CB now when one of them gave me a long wet intense kiss, telling me that if he had knows the prisoner was such sexy guy he would have asked to get me out earlier, I smiled, exhausted not able to talk too much, but that alone made the whole torture worth it.

The other guy in the meantime had fetched some food and drinks and gave them to me; I definitely could use that now and kept myself busy eating and drinking it all. Then he - the master - came to me and told me to get a good shower now in the main house and then come back here. one of the guys showed me to the bathroom and I had a long warm shower, again getting hard while thinking of the past 24 or more hours, feeling my imprisoned dick again and now also feeling my plug again more intense, disturbingly intense, that one needed to go soon, and as well I felt like having a dump rather soon. So when I finished the shower I went back to the barn and asked him to release that belt as well in order to get the plug out and use the toilet. He smiled and grabbed his mobile, typing something and I heard the lock open immediately. He told me I got 10 minutes, then the lid must be closed again, else I would know what happened. I looked a bit surprised, since I expected to get out of the belt now, but in order to not receive those shocks I better hurried to the bathroom to get the plug out and empty myself there.

it was a bit pain to get the plug out, never had one in that long, but I managed - just - to be finished and close that lid within those 10 minutes, or maybe it was more than that and he just did not tell me ... of course I did not place the plug back, then I returned to the barn where we talked for a while. I told them how much I enjoyed the gear, the locks, the CB, generally unable to remove things that were placed on, so as exhaustive as it was - at the end I had enjoyed every minute of it and even still with the CB on I felt pretty naked now. The guy who kissed me before mentioned that I could put on something again, it sure would not be a problem to anyone and he immediately held that rubber suit again in front of me that I had been wearing all time before. I liked it anyway a lot and immediately agreed he helped me get inside and straighten it out proper and what I did not notice at the beginning; he also had the zip hooked into the lock again on the back.

Most of the remaining guys were in army as well, so he - the one locking me in everything so far - asked if I wanted to get some army on top of it too, he would have some complete outfits that would fit me for sure and of course I agreed to that too, so we went back to the house and in his miracle room with all the nice goodies inside. He said he would enjoy it complete, everything there is to it and asked if I agreed, I of course did, so he grabbed piece by piece giving it to me to put on. He chose a Swiss camouflage uniform, I had some of those pants and liked it, but he seemed to have it really complete. Starting with winter underwear long armed and long legged. Knee-high socks followed, shirt, pants, jacket, all with proper belts, original boots in even the right size, safety vest, gloves and so on, all needed parts including a gasmask and the helmet to make it complete combat ready. The gear was heavy and with the rubber underneath I started to sweat again, but I definitely enjoyed, my dick would have told him if it would have been possible.

He then mentioned that I said I enjoy not being able to get out of anything put on, so he started making sure of that as well. Cable ties used on each of the gloves I was wearing prevented those from coming off. The safety vest got padlocked just as well as the modified belt of the pants and also the boots, each receiving a number padlock. The strap of the helmet also had been modified to be locked with another small padlock, also now holding the gasmask in place. I was now unable to take off anything I was wearing once again. but of course I would not be allowed to be moving around too freely, so he picked up a neck/wrist/ankle chain combo, definitely heavier and thicker steel than I had seen those before and once he had them locked on I could feel their weight on me, I would certainly not be running fast or far in those, I even had to walk slightly bent over since the connecting chain was not long enough for me to stand upright. Then we went back to the barn, he went on and I had to follow slowly in my chains, the guys still in the barn cheered on the view when I entered the barn, I really enjoyed it again. I wanted to sit on one of the free chairs with them but was immediately taken away by one of the guys and lead a few meters further towards a beam, another heavy chain was locked around it and padlocked on to the steel collar, which was my place to be I was told. I still took part on the following chats, muffled sounds through the gasmask of course, but nobody did mind, also the gasmask had one of those internal small tubes to drink, so I was given also a few beers during the rest of the evening with the guys there.

when it was time for all of them to leave, some sleeping in sleep sacks in the barn, others driving back home, I was told by him to make myself comfortable where I was, since there was no intention to take off anything, including the chain holding me at that beam in place. I was however given an old blanket to roll up and use as sort of pillow, even though I was packed up again I think it would be a much better sleep than I had since it all started. It took a little while to find a good position with the mask and helmet being in the way of getting comfortable, but finally I managed and fell asleep, the exhaustion from the past time and the few beers I had did a good job.

when I got woken up by one of the guys the next day it was again bright daylight and I was told it was almost noon, I really had a good sleep this time, the padlock holding the helmet and gasmask in place was taken off and I was allowed to remove them, the rest however stayed on while I was lead inside the house to have breakfast with the remaining guys, again not at the table, but next to it in the floor, I doubt with the chains I would have been able to sit there proper for eating anyway. the food and especially the several coffees did a good job in refreshing me, I guess I would have been up for more to come, but time was an issue, at the end I still had to go all the way home after being released of everything I was locked in. after finishing breakfast I was ordered to clean all up, not an easy task with the chains on, but I managed to get the table cleared and everything tucked away where it belonged - taking some time of course to find where it all belonged to. after that I was lead back up into his toy room and he started taking off the chains, I expected to be getting out of everything but after the chains were removed he told me to follow him, going outside to his car and being once again dumped in the boot of it .it was again the short ride we had done before and when the lid of the boot opened and he helped me out I found myself at the parking lot of the club, right next to my car.

the looks on my face sure told him I was curious, so he explained that he would be keeping my clothes that I left back at his place until we meet again, I in exchange would be keeping those ones on that he had me locked up in. I wanted to protest, since I would have to get to work the next day but he immediately continued that boots, belts and vest was a total of 6 number locks, and each would take an average of max 2 hours to find the combinations, if I was lucky a lot less, so if I was home I could start finding those and be out of the uniform somewhat at bedtime most likely. If all failed I could SMS him and he could help me, but he would rather not have me use that possibility. I sure enjoyed having to wear someone else’s complete uniform and thought I would probably be out in less time that the max possible, so I told him I would cope with it and have him know during week how fast it went. he laughed and said I would not have much choice anyway other than doing that, handed me my keys, mobile and wallet and waving good bye he stepped into his car and left.

I waved back and when he turned around the next corner I unlocked my car and stepped in - but then it hit me, I completely forgot that there was more to it than just the uniform, I was still locked into the chastity belt, I got so used to having it on me the past two days that I did not even think about it right before. I thought I just drop by at his place and ask about it, but then I realized, even though I spent most of the weekend at his place, I did not know where he actually lived, either way of driving I was locked in the boot of the car, and I also realized I did not even know his name.... but then I remembered, he had me send an SMS at the first day, so I got the number of his mobile and started dialing. It rand a few times and then the voice mail answered. he might just not answer during driving I thought, so I’d leave a message and wait a little until he is back home, so I listened and waited for the beep... but then I heard his voice in the message... it said he knows why I am calling, but I should not expect any answer, I was to go home as I was and would not be unlocked so soon, he would send me an email to read once I am home explaining more, I knew how to unlock the back of the belt if I needed and knew well enough to lock it within 10 minutes after each time, that was all I needed to know for the moment. Then the message stopped; no beep, no option to leave a message.

I sat there and stumbled in my mind... I was locked in chastity and rubber and a full set of army, partially able to remove it, but would have to request form a stranger a release each time I needed to use the toilet, would not have access and even trouble getting hard, no playing with or on front or back, stuck in a rubber suit as well, and I did not even know his name ... tough luck I thought, but my dick was not agreeing, his fighting again in his prison told me that it was actually a turn on ... so I decided to just take it as is and drive home, wait and see what his mail would say.

it was a quiet 2,5 hour’s drive home, more or less, thinking a lot about the situation I was in and having to fight with the chastity during all that time, but I finally arrived home, I took something to drink as I was thirsty, sweating quite some inside the layers locked on me then I checked my email, but nothing form a stranger in there, so I had to wait. I thought I better start on the padlocks to make sure I had them open in time, I could of course cut them, but that would not be fair, I had the choice to open them as he said, so would do that or at least try it. It took almost an hour for the first lock on the vest, another 5 to go. the second was good, only half an hour before I had the right combination, I was lucky, so the vest was going now and anything that was held in place by it until I sat in the pants, boots and still the rubber of course. The next lock I started just at the wrong end, over two hours before I had the belt loose, yet with the boots still locked on I still could not take off the pants yet.

I decided to have a break and check for my mail again, and yes - there was a mail from an unknown address, an anonymous hotmail account, so not really an option to trace back much, I was left in the unknown who he actually was. The mail read some explaining. he told me that he planned on keeping me locked up for a while, he would not tell me how long, but also he told me it would not be much of a problem, other than my frustration of being in chastity permanently. I knew how to open the back for using the toilet. I was allowed to use the SMS-code twice a day, each unlock would last exactly 8 minutes, no longer did I have time to finish whatever I did before having to lock it again, I knew the consequences so it was up to me to do or not do as required. Any more than twice a day calling for release would immediately trigger punishment, the first call 10 minutes; each further 5 extra minutes added full shocks on my dick and balls. also he told me that I knew what to do when the accu was low on power, and yes indeed, he had told me and I was not to try that out, the onetime shock I received was enough to convince me not to trigger any more of it if I could in any way avoid it. He said if I checked the pockets of the vest I would find the charger in one of them and I should make sure not to tempt the device...

He also explained that I had to shower at least twice a day, flushing out the rubber proper each time in order to avoid irritations and also of course smells, since I would have to wear it under my street clothes permanently as well. he said I could keep the zip between the legs open if I wanted to get more air to my body and also for drying out and dripping out after flushing the inside of the suit on my body, that way I would not be in trouble for as long as I had to keep it locked on me - again he did not mention any timeframe in which he might release me of it.

he also told me another text for a SMS, if I would use the subject "dead" in an SMS it was an emergency and he would indeed call back immediately, but I was not allowed to use that code ever unless it was a true emergency for life and death. If I used that code, it also again automatically triggered shocks on dick and balls, continuous shocks until he actually would call back, so from a few minutes to ... unknown length of time, this was to prevent abuse of that emergency calling for no real good reasons.

He also said he guessed I would have removed probably two or maybe three of the locks by now and most likely still need a time to get out of the rest, telling me I should continue right away to be able to get some good sleep before the next day’s work. He also mentioned that replying to the mail and asking for codes or release or anything would not receive any reply, the mail account was not monitored and created only for this one particular mail, so by the time I was reading it the account was most likely deleted already. Also the mobile he uses for the codes was unlisted and the common friends we had knowing that he kept me locked up were in the game, so I should not hope for info form there as well.

He also said he had been looking a long time for someone who fitted so well in the belt and suit and now that I was locked in I should not count on freedom too soon. if I would come to the club in the meantime I would not be able to meet him there, he was not planning to be in town for a while, but he would get in touch as soon as he wanted to see me again, and he mentioned that I would not really have much choice then, he had means to make it clear to me even on distance to do as he said, and I thought that he sure was right, if he would activate that tens device in the belt at any time, I would be more than glad to comply, but then again, it was a great time I had there, so I was certain more would be coming next time he would meet up with me. but for now, it was not sure when that would be, and little choice was given, I had to follow the rules explained here in order to cope with the belt and rubber, both of which would be part of me permanent for the duration now.

The days passed, I got slowly used to the cleaning routine and also to limiting my toilet use (at least the big one) to the allowed twice a day, at first I almost missed the time, so I kept a clock next to me now each time to make sure I would have locked it up in time again. Also at the begin I was afraid someone would notice what I was wearing underneath, but the belt being so extra flat on the front was completely hidden and the cut of the suit made sure it was well hidden under the street clothes as well, of course I had to choose what to wear, long sleeved only, no matter how warm and also keep the buttons of shirts closed enough, but as I said, one can get used to that quickly, especially when there is little choice. every morning naturally I got more frustrated than other times, the hard on just kept fighting longer and longer in its prison and I was dying to get my hands on it, but no go for that, hard steel was the only thing my hands could feel and it would remain like it for some unknown time ahead.

And believe me... I definitely look forward to meeting him again - be it just for the release, but more likely for whatever he would have in stock for me that time then.

Almost three weeks passed and I was beginning to wonder, did something happen, will he get in touch, what should I do... use the emergency SMS? But then again it was no emergency in place, other than me being incredibly horny almost all day and incredibly frustrated of having no access to relief. I could, if all fails, rip off the rubber, but the belt would certainly cause trouble, I would have to call some pro to cut it off, alone it was hardly possible. I decided to give my friends a call the next day just to know if all is fine, not asking for help, not to look pushy or desperate or anything...

when I returned from work the next day I had my neighbor waving to me, he had taken in a parcel that had been delivered for me, a pretty large one, I did not expect anything so looked at it, but there was no senders address mentioned, the post stamp however showed it came from near the club, so I guessed it was from him. I went inside and immediately opened it, inside the box was another wooden box, but in the layer between a notice with instructions.

It read that I had to prepare myself for another weekend. I was to take off work Friday and Monday and be ready Thursday evening, following the instructions to the letter, if he found anything not followed later on, I could imagine the punishment; he again referred to the ever present belt and its torture inside. it was Monday now, so still two days to go until then, I would not have trouble getting the two days off short notice, so it was ok to me. It further read that I was to eat only fluids from now on, nutritious drinks and soups and occasionally some peanuts maybe, but nothing else until Thursday. That would be tough I thought, but certainly doable, and a pound or two less could not harm to me.

It continued that I was to use my video cam and film myself putting my plug on Wednesday morning up my butt and lock it again, I was to use one of my allowed SMS calls to unlock it for that. I was then to email that short movie to a certain address. The time of receiving the mail would confirm to him that it was done at the right time. I would then not be allowed to use the unlock SMS until we met again, it would automatically trigger the known shocks. I phewed, that would be a long time plugged for me, but I had done well last time with it so hoped it would be not too difficult and similar able to cope with it. It would make an interesting two workdays though I thought to myself, sitting almost all day on it...

On Thursday after work I was to put on everything inside the box and prepare myself as mentioned in the instructions, I was to leave a key to my door under the doormat and then wait to be picked up. I was sure he had received my address from some of my friends there at the club, how else would he have knows my whereabouts, so he sure was well planning.

I read further that I was not able to open the package inside before Thursday; it also was triggered by a call from his phone to unlock. I looked at it and it was indeed not possible to open it unless breaking it, so I would have to wait until Thursday to know what it held as my surprise. I got horny again by the thought of it and thought of a long weekend to come, so my frustration got back up immediately, too much would I have loved now to be able to touch my dick and jerk off, I was sure when I will be able to again it will shoot loads and loads...

I had nothing left but to wait now. I asked the days off the next morning and also of course did as told with the food restrictions; if I was to wear the plug that long it sure would be needed. Finally Thursday passed and I was back home, I checked the box and yes - it was already open, he must have released it somewhat during my work time. I curiously opened it and found another paper with instructions on top, and the box was filled with mainly rubber as I could see.

The instructions reminded me to leave a key under the mat in front of the door before I forgot and later was unable to do so. I placed it right away and then continued.

The first item listed was to put on the rubber suit on top of the pile in the box. A one-piece suit, a small zip on the upper back to enter it, attached socks, gloves and hood, the hood with again pin-holed eyes only, the well known tubes inside the nostrils and an open mouth. It was prelubed so easy to get inside and the only difficulty were those tubes in the nose, getting them in took me a little; it sure is easier to get them forced inside by someone else. But at the end I managed and was head to toe enclosed in rubber now, limited view and the mouth the only still uncovered skin visible, but that changed of course now. the next item to use was the oh so well known rubber muzzle I had been wearing last time, the gag was to be inflated by pumping exactly 9 times one it is in place, he mentioned he could tell later if I really did or not and I should not dare to use less pumps on it. With the muzzle placed and buckled up proper I was sufficiently silenced again after I finished pumping up the gag as demanded by him.

Next to follow was a heavy duty black dry suit with attached open face hood, I was to put it on and wait with the upper part with the hood to prepare further. I slipped inside and felt its weight already then, before slipping into the hood I read on, I was to put on some rubber boots as well that were in that box, large enough to match the rubber feet of the dry suit, the I was to prepare the rest before slipping on a gasmask hood, covering my complete head and no longer allowing me to see since its lenses were blackened. The dry suit had heavy thick rubber gloves attached so working was a little bit more difficult now, but I continued. I was to place some large shackles on my booted feet now, connected with only one short link in-between, walking was no option and locking them on tightened the rubber boots at the ankles as well, I would not be able to take those off either. Connected to the one link between the ankle shackles was a pair of wrist shackled, I was to make sure they remain open for later. Then I was to put on the gasmask hood and zip it shut before slipping completely into the dry suit, its hood holding now the gasmask in place as well. Now being blind I had to feel my way, not easy with the heavy rubbered hands either. I had to zip the dry suit shut and then get on the floor, lay on my belly and get my wrists into the still open shackled. again not an easy talks in the layers I was in, but after some struggling I managed and found myself successfully hogtied and absolutely helpless laying on the floor of my own living room. Only then I realized how helpless I actually was, if no one would come I would be in real trouble, unable to get anywhere, unable to shout, unable to get free at all.... but I was confident nothing would happen...

I waited, nothing else left to do ... and at some moment suddenly I felt tingling around my balls, he activated the unit, stimulating me, not torture, but pleasure, and of course, in my situation I was horny as hell, and in pain with the chastity still keeping me away from the pleasure I so desired all time already. at least two hours must have passed and I started to worry when I suddenly heard my door open, I could not make out much, he or they must be whispering, but I then felt being lifted up and stuffed into what seemed to be a box or a trunk or something similar, the lid was closed, I thought I heard some locks as well and off we were.... I was sure into a great weekend.... the driving will be exhausting, hot and sweaty inside the layers already, the box heated it up even more, and the ride would not be a short one....but I started enjoying this weekend already now ... and even started thinking if I should ask at the end to remain or be again placed in that belt, it would sure mean to go back to him more often ... or maybe forever???

To be continued maybe someday.....