Swapping clothes

Author: eckie
Title: Swapping clothes
Date: 08 February 2013

Just a simple short one, quickly put down as it came to mind ...



I have always enjoyed in a horny way to just swap clothing with someone else, wearing his and he wearing mine, though I did not mind if the other did not put on mine as long as I got to put on what he just wore, still warm from his body. there are not many out there who would enjoy that, so it is rare to happen, I did sneak into friends rooms on occasion, looking for what was on the floor of worn clothing and tried those on, yet usually just a minute or two, not getting caught, it is different though if you spend a weekend or even just a night out in that other guys wear, doing your things, but sort of ´assuming´ his role, place, at least partially his identity.

I thought who knows, maybe I just do not find those guys, and it is not something you advertise so openly, so I decided to place an ad in one of those profile sites for it. I got lots of views in short time, however hardly any response, and the few messages I had were from people half across the world who admitted a same or similar fetish but nothing close enough to make it happen.

one day I received the message form a guy, I did neither know his ick nor did the images in his profile tell me much, most of them were a guy packed up in rubber or layers, faceless or hooded, one clear face image of what he told me was himself, not an unattractive guy I thought, yet not really my preference, but this was not about sex or relation, this was just about a game to play with clothes.

He told me that he found my fetish interesting, and when I mentioned that I would be willing to swap anything the other was wearing, no exceptions, no rejection, if I meant that just in terms of regular clothing or any fetishes could be included too. I confirmed that I did less care what one wore, too thick in summer, too little in the rain, inappropriate or ridiculous, fetish or not, none would be important, as long as it is something the person wore himself at the time of swapping. naturally it should not be illegal or impossible, but else I would agree to meet and whatever the person had on his body I would willingly put on myself in exchange and wear it for an agreed length of time, go out with him or go home and meet up later again for swapping back, either way was fine.

he told me he would not be the one swapping, but one of his boys would be the one, if I was interested, we could meet at some arranged place and make the swap, if I guaranteed not to back out, and his idea was to meet the day after then again to swap back, what I did in that time would be mine to decide, however I should not plan doing my shopping after the swap. My question about this was unanswered, he mentioned I should allow it to have some extra kick by not knowing. my dick responded and I agreed, not often can I find this opportunity, someone in travel distance willing to make such complete clothes exchange. we agreed to meet the coming Friday evening, he described a location out of town, about 2 hours from my home, easy to get to via train/bus and a little walking at the end, a small parking and resting area on a hardly used sideway. he confirmed once again that I would not back out, everything his boy was wearing I would swap into when we meet, I promised and guaranteed, well what could be, just that I would look ridiculous maybe, or some exotic fetish clothes, maybe female, at this moment I did not care, I just wanted to do it.

Friday came and after work I did a small dinner, shower, got dressed casual and went to the train station, I should be at the agreed place around nine-ish I calculated, just as we had agreed. Being dark early this time of the year it would be too dark to raise by passing eyes, no matter what I would be dressed into, so I had less worries about what it may be now.

once arrived after a 20 minutes’ walk from the bus stop he told me, I found it really being away from traffic or people, throughout my walk I saw just one or two cars passing in the far, else nothing an nobody was around. I found the resting area he described and already say his car as he described it, a minivan, right color, lights on as he promised.

I went closer and before I reached the car he already stepped out of it, having seem me approach. He looked as his image, not a lie here, so I trusted he was indeed not some insaniac but interested in that swap as we discussed. We shook hands and he told me he was glad I made it, he was not sure if I would, I replied that once I give my word, I keep it. we had a brief talk about this unusual fetish of mine, telling him that for whatever reason it just gives me a rush wearing other peoples worn clothes but was hardly able to find likeminded, so I was happy to have met him online, though I was not sure what the secrecy was about and curious to find out. He said that in that case we should just go on with it, as he said I would swap with one of his boys, not himself, and once again reminded me that I promised not to back out. I confirmed again and told him nothing could shock me so much to walk away from this now, I made it all the way here so will go through with it.

We went then to the back of his van and he opened the backside and I did despite saying I would not be shocked have to swallow at first, not showing him that brief shudder of mine. inside the boot was a boy, or the shape of a boy, black face, covered by a mask, black hands, obviously gloved, same with the booted feet, on top of that however one of these army protection suits, that I could see a little coming through at the end of the sleeves and at the collar, because on top of that there seemed to be fur lined pants and jacket, added with a dark poncho, not revealing however the boys hands being in cuffs and so were his feet. The guy looked at me now and said, well I guess that was it, you are going to refuse that, aren’t you? He asked me with raised eyebrow.

I swallowed and after a few seconds break answered with a no, I would not back out, it was certainly not anything I expected, but my word is my word. so better let’s get to it as I believe it is not a 2 minute thing to get dressed up like that, he nodded with a smile, telling me that he had seriously thought I would not go with that, but just the fact of going to that more extremer side with the swap was what fascinated him to that ide in the first place. He told me that was one of his regular boys and that he wanted to end his service, so as final punishment this outfit was his for the last two days. I said I wanted it well worn, so that would be certain in this case.

I said wow, that is a long time and he will be happy to get out for sure, which the guy confirmed, he said the boy cannot wait, knowing he would be here for the swap as his final act of service to him. I did not think any further and said let’s get started then, beginning to take off my jacket already, the guy in the meantime helped that boy out of the trunk, not an easy task in the layers and cuffs obviously. Once the boy stood steady he took off his cuffs and began taking off all of the layers, while I was in my undies after just a minute already I could help him then. The poncho was off already, so was that fur lines something that laid in the trunk by now. He was just about to peel down that protection suit and help the boy out of the attached boots, which seemed some trouble, helping him to pull those off I realized why. it was size ... well cruise ship size boots and the boy was wearing another pair rubber boots underneath in smaller size, luckily I saw them being approximately my size, as I would not have wanted to find that one part making the entire swap impossible, then again I had smaller feet, so fitted into most footwear of other people.

when the protection suit was off, the rest followed, all black and shiny as I saw, rubber, unexpected, yet smelling horny, hot, sweaty from the boy’s body, my dick would love that. But when pealing that one off, I saw it was not complete yet. Under that one piece that included that obvious hood I had seen to begin with another hood was placed, the neck covered by some wide steel collar, I saw some weird device on the boy’s dick, and I saw a tall corset as well. that corset came off first, a whole set of locks on its front side allowed quick opening and removal then, the collar went off then, and then that device around the hips, a belt system, locked, buckled around waist and between legs, holding some plastic device with some attachment to it I had not seen before, and when the belt between legs was pulled I heard some muffled moans, that belt actually held a plug in the boys ass. I got to doubt slowly if I would really be up for that, would be able to actually get all that on me, but I did not want to show weakness or doubts now, I confirmed so consistently that I would do this, I could not back out now. Last item to be removed was that extra hood, also rubber as I noticed, thick, stiff, and only now revealing that mouth piece inside, filling each part of the mouth, around teeth, inside of the gums, I know now why that moan was so muffled just before.

The boy was naked now, shaky, going on his knees and thanking his Master, I had not seen such before and was of course a little excited to see that. The guy pointed at my undies and said, I believe those are part of the deal, and I nodded, taking them off now too, leaving them with the rest of my clothes. The guy then pointed at those and ordered his boy to get dressed in them ASAP while we began dressing me in the boys outfit. He told me we go the opposite, beginning with the hood too, I nodded and told him he probably knew better than myself and agreed.

The hood was weird at first indeed, it was very stiff, very thick rubber, pulling it open at the backside was difficult, getting it over my head and then aligning that mouth piece was the strangest for now. He used his fingers and asked my compliance in nodding when it was in the right places, his fingers into the mouth, or what seemed a mouth of the hood, but was just a full coverage of the mouths inside. I noticed coverage for the tongue to slip inside, the gums above and underneath the tongue felt rubbery, a place for the teeth to be covered as well, and also the gums between lips and teeth, it was at the end forming a real visible mouth, one to open, yet not really open, all of the mouth filled with rubber everywhere. he said immediately not to try breathing through the mouth yet, some addition still was missing, that would be for later though, first things first.

he closed that hood on the backside with the present buckles and locks, just as the boy had them on, it did not have eyeholes either, so at this time I was helpless, blind, muffled sounds only and unable to speak through that mouth piece either. I thought a lot about stopping that moment, this was heavy, unused, more than expected, but then my pride kicked in, I said yes, so I will do it, and if it turns out not as horny as wanted, I put it away tomorrow as less good experience, but an experience nevertheless.

I heard him warn me about the waste harness now, I should relax and work with him, that same moment I felt the plug on my butt, again something I was not used to, I played here and there with some toys, nothing serious though. Luckily it was not a monster, still it took a long time to actually relax enough to be able to have it finally settle in place, this time a moan of myself on that special moment when it slips completely into place. next I felt was him handling my particulars, the insertion of the unused plug luckily had made me loose the almost hard dick, so it seemed easier for him, then again if he kept handling my dick longer, it would raise to its glory quickly again now. I did not take a closer look before so was not certain, but he placed my dick in some sort tube, squeezed the balls to the left and right of it before pushing it down between my legs, making the balls stick probably strangely out of the body now, while the dick seems to disappear. no getting hard without discomfort I thought, and immediately felt it, while he continued buckling the straps of those waist straps together and in place, now holding the plug deep in his place and holding that dick tightly backward between my legs too.

That was not something for longer I thought, and wondered how that boy was able to stay two days in it, obviously he was used to such treatments more regular. I felt more hands on me now, the boy was already dressed complete in my outfit and now assisting the guy. They unlaced the corset on the back a little in order to be able to get it around my relaxed upper body, it went from just above the hips to just below the armpits. I felt them close those front buckles and assumed with that the locks that were previously on. Then the pulling began. the lacing on the back was pulled tighter and tighter, with every pull I thought I lose an inch circumference on my upper body, not that I could see or tell, but slowly, with 4 hands power they managed to tighten it completely, making it hard to breathe, hard to bend, yet for whatever reason horny also, which once again my hindered dick confirmed with a lot of discomfort, unable to get into his natural hard and upright position. I was not sure what followed, all hands kept working on the back side, only later I will find out about that. I could feel that wide steel collar being places and locked, taking some time to finish that, again I would later find out why.

helped to sit on the border of the vans trunk, in pretty straight upright position held by the tight corset, all hands now assisted my feet into that rubber suit, into the attached boots, with some pulling and pushing, barely my size, wet from the boys sweat and who knows, maybe piss too. they then managed the suit up over my hips, my corseted torso, assisted my arms into the sleeves, ending in attached gloves that I saw at the begin too and finally lead my head into the attached hood, aligning the openings of the nose, only now I felt the small tubes inside slip into my nose, making sure airflow is secured and also felt a wide gag slip into that rubbered inside of my mouth, and once the hood was set and zipped up also, I noticed some air coming through the gag, it had a hole through it and obviously, as the guy confirmed ended on the inside with a small tube that exactly fitted a hole in the inside coverage of my rubber mouth, allowing now air to come through, or when needed fluids also.

I was sat down again and felt all hands continue...

Booted legs lead into the protection suit now, heavy work though at the end when it came to get the booted feet into the excessive large attached boots here, just as it was hard to get them off before. once settled though I suddenly had some size 50 or so feet, I would be curious how to walk, then again, I wondered about walking when not seeing also now, I did not wonder earlier, not think of it earlier, wanted to ask the guy, but some very very silent muffles were all that came out of that rubbered gagged mouth of mine. He seemed to notice I wanted to speak and calmed me to wait, as I was almost done and then he explain.

The protection suit went all the way up, closed on the back with a thick airtight zipper, my head in the hoodie attached to the suit, usually used for covering over a gasmask as I know from old army times, now just covering my double hooded back head. All straps on the suit were closed proper, tightening it to my body correctly, keeping it in place as it is supposed to be. Again sat down my feet were lead into that furry lined thing I did not actually look closer before. It was a bib suit pants kind of style, heavy, very thick, outside made of thick leather, inside lined with fur that could withstand the arctic probably. I was stood up again and the braces of that pant went over my shoulders, I felt the weight of those immediately when standing. My arms then were lead into the sleeves of the matching jacket, attached hood also, all the same leather outside and fur lined inside, one piece to slip into from the bottom. Despite being tick fur, with all the layers underneath it was tightening on to my body when it slipped into place. hood over my already multiple covered head, all straps closed appropriate, which had the effect that I was up to the nose in that hood piece of that jacket, just nose and - nonexistent - eyes part of the head showing through now. Straps at the arms, belt strap and another between the legs holding it in place. despite the night cooling down, I was sweating, knowing it now mixes with the boys previous sweaty again caused issues for my dick, yet it was heavy, heavier than I thought, but as he said, almost done, an experience to not forget, certainly worth it, even if I cannot make it endlessly long like that.

Both set hands now worked on the leg shackles, it took some effort to squeeze them around the oversized boots I was in but they managed with combined power to snap them shut. next I felt the first wrist shackle squeezed on my arm, the other immediately after and before I knew it both were attached to a belly chain, allowing minimal movement now, I did not notice that before, did the boy have that on too I wondered ? but immediately that poncho followed on to, once my head slipped through the opening into the again attached rubbery rainwear and the poncho was placed proper on front and back, I was actually covered almost down to the knees, invisibly hiding anything under that, thick ends of legs in huge boots were still seen and of course, those shackles that kept my legs from moving far apart. I heard the guy almost shout to make sure I understand that I was done, wearing all the boy was wearing for the last two days, while the boy right now stood next to me in my complete leisure outfit, undies, tee, jeans, sneaks and sweatshirt, added with a bomber jacket.

It took probably 40 minutes of getting me into it, 40 minutes where the uncomfortable kept boy changed into the boy next door and I took that place inside the layers of torture instead. then I heard not really well what the guy said, he spoke to the boy, but I think I heard him say more or less good buy, well done services, and having fun in his future. Only then I heard him speak up again.

He told me that we agreed to change the day after, he would hold me to that, however he is aware of my situation, helpless, blind, and mute. I could do as I wish now for the next 24 hours, but would have to be here by then again to get released, yet it is rather clear that I would have trouble going anywhere, so he would give me a choice. I could just wait alone and helpless here those hours, walk around blind risking to get hurt, to get lost, go run into a nearby road blindly, to be seen like that by passing people or whatever, it was my choice. Alternatively I could now that I was locked in his former boys clothes also assume his faith for the next 4 hours, something he had planned but because they boy requested release could not do anymore. I would be safe during that time, yet not free to do as I wish. I tried telling him that 24 hours would most likely be too much, but there was no way to make myself understood in this dilemma, I mumbled a while more but then gave up, I agreed to this, I could just as well go all the way, helpless, blind as I was there was no way to be left here all by myself so I gave in and nodded at the end, he laughed obviously, telling me that it was a wise choice, not that there was much of a choice at this point anyway.

strange enough my dick kept answering the situation, discomfort was certainly not the right word anymore, pain from the constant attempts to get hard was more like it, and each time it twitched in such an attempt I thought I felt a slight tug or push on the plug also, not surprising since the strap holding it down between my legs also pushed that plug into my butt. He said that since I agreed so wisely, we should go on to finish what he wanted to finish with his boy tonight. I wondered what that may be, yet no option to ask, so had to just accept whatever was meant with it for now.

he told me by an arm and began leading me slowly, knowing I can make only tiny steps in those shackles, but as well me having issues with suddenly very heavy clothing on my body and boots in a size never seen before. Walking was a real challenge, naturally without seeing it is a real task too now. I thought he would lead me into the boot of his van, but we walked, even if slowly, still walked quite a lot, at least 5 minutes as I guessed, into the woods behind this resting area.

When we stopped he just said to remain standing still, he would be back in short. Short seemed a very long time, hearing your heart beat, blind and in an unused weird and uncomfortable outfit this is no surprise. when he was back he helped me step backwards up a small ladder, one step after the other, the chain between the shackles barely enough to get each step, once I was up 5 steps, he stopped me and then leaned me back on to a tree. He told me to stand still while he continued, not to fall off here. I then felt parts of my body tighten, he actually began using lots of rope to tie my body from waste up to that tree, with every winding around the tree, tighter fixed to it, also between legs, crating sort of a harness keeping me stuck to that tree. I cannot tell how much rope, how long it took, but at some point he finished and added duct tape on top of all the rope and around me and that tree, until from head to below waist only my nose holes were free.

then followed what I was afraid of during that time, he pulled that ladder away and I slipped hanging into those ropes and tape, my body held up there to the tree by all that roping and taping. He did not waste time though and did the same now with my legs, lots of roping to tighten them to the tree and lots tape on top of it until at the end all you saw were those huge boots and the chain from the shackles dangling down. a silver mummy, thick, heavy padded in layers, nose holes and boots as only visible parts, hanging several feet off the ground on a tree now, that was the image created now. I tried moving, wiggling, but there was nothing giving in, immobile, seating, isolated from the surroundings I was helpless hanging up there now, unable to do anything, uncertain what was to come.

but nothing came then, silence, no action, no activity, what did he plan now I asked myself, breathing heavy, feeling more and more uncomfortable, yet the excitement it created was fascinating too at the same time. I do not know why, I had never had such heavy situation, yet as hard as it may be, as excited I seem to be, or at least that is what the poor locked and encased dick is continuously trying to tell me. was it minutes or more, it seemed long before I heard the guy again, only now I actually realized I did not know him, who he was, where from, he was in fact a total stranger, and I had not only given my clothes to a strangers boy, but as well giving myself into a complete helpless situation with him. He made sure I can hear him when he said that he planned this with the former boy already a while ago, that was actually the reason why he packed him up like that, but then came that request of release into freedom, and he had already promised that boy that he would release4 him if he begged for it. So taking the chance when finding my profile was his motive to get me into this situation, a situation where he could still do as he wanted, irrelevant at the end that a different boy is the object in this case. As I might have guessed I have no way to do anything by myself, and as I noticed I was pretty safe immobilized up there on that tree. I would neither wander around, not get myself into any troubles, and additionally he would get what he planned, leaving his boy a weekend in heavily padded isolation hanging off that tree. I tried mumbling into those gags again, to no success of course, but he did not even listen, once he finished his sentence he went back to his van and I could actually hear the engine start and the van drive off. Was he really leaving me here alone? In the middle of nowhere, in a situation that would become torture in some time for sure? then again, I realized already earlier, I had no choice whatsoever, the moment I was getting into this boys outfit, I was delivered to him or anyone else and as it comes to mind now, actually depending with my life now to him, he and his boy being the only ones knowing about that suffering object hanging around here in the woods. I was hoping someone else might come and find me, then again, would they see me, would they help me, what would I actually say how I got here, and what to say when it is found out what I wear then, will the police be called, lots thoughts ... but none of which would provide any outs to this current situation...

I tried listening closely, tried if I could hear his van come back, or any noise for that sake, but other than some occasional nature noises in the woods that I believed to make out there was nothing. time just went on, well felt as if it stood still though, who knows, how long am I here now, half an hour, an hour, is it day already .. I did feel exhausted and tired, then again that could come from the situation, not necessarily from time passed, I tried even to get some sleep, but it was too uncomfortable, too exiting, too boring, too horny, too .. Everything to get any sleep. So time stretched endlessly...

I cannot tell if I napped away or not, it did not feel like it, but I thought it must be day, or night again, my body ached, breathing was heavy and hard, I was hot, sweaty and I believed to have pissed inside those layers also already, the plug hurt, the dick hurt, my chest hurt from being so tightly pressed into the corset, my mouth hurt from the gag, well every part of the body was feeling bad, and still, that dick seemed not to give any rest ... I failed to understand how such torturous situation can make a body feel horny, but it seemed a fact, nothing I could do for or against it.

I have no idea how long I kept waiting here, bored to death an aching most of the time, somewhere in that time I remembered, he mentioned he wanted his boy the weekend hang here, was that a punishment or just fun for both? And... Weekend? We agreed in 24 hours swap, no more, was he serious or just a misunderstanding as he talked about original plans for the other boy ... I would not know, heck I have no idea if those 24 hours are close or even passed already...

Endless more time of waiting before I got suddenly scared out of that trance like state I have fallen into during time now. Something or someone touching me, I did not hear a car arrive, then again I might have missed anything that happened around me in the time up here anyway. But I got calmed quickly, hearing his voice again, he said: boy you have done well, I did not expect you to cope with it, but then again you know there was no choice anyway. Then without any further words he began the untying from the tree, opposite order from earlier, legs freed first, ladder placed carful and then the rest of the body. I felt incredibly relieved to have at least some minimum movement in my limbs now, still heavy covered, hot, aching and locked up, yet the little movements I could make with arms, head and legs were glorious to me.

once I was on the ground again he left me standing there again a few minutes before leading me again, I assumed same way back as before, or the night before, or the days before ? When I was helps sit on the edge of the vans trunk again I knew we were back at that resting area, still no clue what time it was though. Then I heard him though again: the 24 hours are not yet over, I have another few hours left with you, boy, so just relax and enjoy. That was all he said, relax, ha ha ... not in this situation and outfit anymore. He pushed me back, and I realized he was helping me into that trunk now, just as his boy was when I saw him at first. Once I was completely inside he closed the trunk and shortly after the van moved. I wondered what the few hours still will do, and only now I actually also wondered about that other boy, he had my clothes, my wallet, my keys, I forgot to actually remove any of that, was he here too? Will he be here to swap back into THIS, then again, he was ´released´ as I heard, what will happen then? worrying made me forget to focus on where we went, we drove quite a while already, bumpy roads, smooth roads, all in all I assumed that must be ... well, how could I tell, I was not aware how fast he drove, for all sake he could go in circles all the time or be on a highway instead.

It still took quite some time before the van stopped and shortly after the trunk opened, he helped me out and again I was lead. Walking careful, feeling hard to walk at all, being rather exhausted, sweating, hungry, thirsty, but what else could I do, I followed his lead. Small steps, paved path, then some small steps up, straight a few steps, then steps down, I counted 11 of them, steps straight on again and finally pushed to sit down again. no idea where I was, but sitting was more or less good (the plug making it less, the sitting making it good), shortly after I hear him again, telling me he will feed me some fluids now, so I should breathe through nose and swallow what came down the throat, being thirsty I welcomed that, even though completely weird to drink through that gagged mouth. it just kept coming, I did not really taste much, all rubber covered, fed directly into the back of the throat though that obvious tube inside that gag, but it was a lot and it was refreshing, and strange enough also seemed to satisfy the hunger feeling I had before.

When the stream stopped I felt - well at least a tiny little - better. Still looking forward to swap back, that was one kind of an experience, horny, yet tough. I could feel him take off that poncho, I anyway wondered why cover it all up, or did he really think I would choose to walk blindly like that on my own...? I assumed the rest would follow, but once the poncho was off he pushed me up again and lead me again, several steps, before being stopped and told to stay in place. His hands all over my upper body then, I did not know but he added a suspension body harness to my thick outfit now. From shoulders down to boots, a ton of straps, so it took time to have it all in place and buckled shut, but with only a slight moment where nothing happened I felt it immediately then, he had attached that harness to a winch and lifted me up, not far, but a few inches above ground, yet again suspended in the air, and still helpless.

He then talked again, telling me the 24 hours would be over in 2 hours, he would come back to me then, until then I should just enjoy the quiet of this home for all hi boys. I had no idea what he meant, but obviously again nothing will happen but to wait for him to release me, two hours, so I was on that tree how long ? not having a clue how long we drove, hell not knowing where I am now at all made me forget about calculating anything, two hours and it was over, so I tried getting back into that trance like waiting, not trying to think much, not trying to take notice of all the sweat and discomfort, just waiting for the time to pass.

I got again shaken out of my ´away´ time but him letting the winch down. Once on my feet he removed that body harness also completely. A since he started removing the shackles too I thought finally it is over. Legs freed from shackles, hands freed as well, I stretched my arms a little first, still in the thick padding even that is hard to do.

straps from that this lined suit were opened and with some effort the top came off, I was helped sit down and the bib suit bottom was removed as well, I imagined to feel coolness already, knowing though it cannot be, given the rest of layers still on my body. The protection suit followed, again with lots effort, to get those rubber booted feet out of the oversized boots was quite a work. Only now I actually realized the swishing in the boots, I did piss myself and all that sweat and piss was down there by now of course.

The rubber one piece followed next, once that came off real coolness was felt, not where hood and corset were, but generally making me feel a LOT better immediately. I felt up the collar and noticed it was still locked, making the thick mouth filling hood also impossible to be taken off yet, breathing was easier in the collar surrounding, still hard to do with the tight corset and my dick and ass were killing me, still excitement and inability to get hard, I could not understand that, but a dick has a mind of its own I gathered. expecting the rest to come off then but that was a false hope as it seems, he took me by the arm and lead me a few steps, placed my hands on a handle on each side of me and told me to hold on to it, seconds later a warm shower of water splashed all over my body, strangle enough I did not worry about that, but thought about the corset, was it not leather? The hood was rubber, the collar was steel, and then only I wondered why I thought about that, and not about why I am showered still wearing these.

Ten minutes water, getting cooler slowly, refreshing for sure, still keeping me wondering about a lot. The water stopped, I was handed a towel to dry myself off, and when feeling all over the wet body and also over the corset I noticed it was a strange material, definitely not leather, no idea what, but certainly felt not wet, so it must be waterproof material, maybe leather covered in something waterproof. I dried myself as good as it can be done blind and exhausted and when I was finished, he must have stood watching, he immediately took the towel off me and lead me again some steps, back to where we were.

He sat me down and again led my legs into something, were those two hours not over yet, the 24 hours not over yet? I followed the lead nevertheless, still being pretty helpless in that hood. it was again some rubber suit, short legs though this time also short sleeves, a zip on the back then was shut and obviously locked to the steel collar also, keeping it where it was for sure. What followed was a wide steel belt, just like the collar in wideness and thickness, once locked on each wrist was places into a shackle attached on each site with only two short chain links. he then helped my feet into rubber boots, knee-high, before attaching obviously those shackles from earlier over them, not only disallowing big steps, also keeping those boots in place, no longer able to slip them off.

next he opened a zip between my legs, giving him access to my encased dick, but instead of my hope to get out of that device, I felt burning pain in my dick instead, the device had a hole on its tip though which he now inserted a catheter into my dick, something I never did, never wanted, but had to endure, whether I liked it or not, protesting was still not possible. The tube was prepared to fix the end of that catheter to it and also close it, which he did after filling the inner balloon to ensure it cannot get out anymore. Then he closed the zip of the rubber shorty again. questions over questions in my mind, but I have to wait until he releases me I thought, no anger, but questions, making me understand why I hate it but my dick loves all of what happened so far.

I felt fabric on my body then, he now took a special made jumpsuit with zips along the complete sides and arms, allowing it to be put on without getting out of the chains and shackles, yet covering me from neck to boots then as I was wearing only that, yet keeping my legs and hands confined as they were. Instead of rubbery, I now stood in a jumpsuit with shackled wrist and ankles, just a black head sticking out on top. But even that now changes. First he takes again a wide gag and inserts it into my rubbery mouth, buckles it shut on the back, making me again unable to make much of any noises through it, yet allowing that little breathing or feeding to happen as before, then he produces a lifelike facemask and pulls it over my thickly covered and gagged head, pushing the neck part deep into the jumpsuit then. If it weren’t for the shackles, I assume in the dark nobody would recognize what is under all of that.

then he leads me again, steps up, I counted the eleven again, so obviously back where we came from, will that go to the release, the swapping back, is there another r boy to swap with my place ? leading me further, not certain where to as I did not remember any previous directions when we came here, at some point then helping me sit down and lean back. A cool breeze felt, some common noises heard, I wondered where we are then. I heard cars passing, I even thought to hear people talk in the far.

He sat down next to me and spoke again: I hope you like that, boy, you look unsuspicious, and in case you wonder, we are sitting in my front yard now on my garden bench. The yard faces the public road in front of my house, about 30 meters further is where people pass by, cars pass by, just the general public. In case you wonder, it is dark now, and the way you are dressed from the far nobody will realize what you wear. - I calmed a little knowing it was safe, then he continued: let me tell you a story of a man with a certain fetish. this man enjoys owning boys, keeping then helpless, keeping him in service, keeping then in layers, be it for amusement or ne it just to hang around as decoration. This man has a stock of several boys fulfilling his fetish. over the years he got accustomed to all of them, found his place for each of them, you see he has always boys sit around, hang around, stand around, an eye candy in their outfits, in their chains, a mind candy in their total dependency and helplessness. This man has at least one boy in each and every room of his home, in some of them even two or three boys fulfilling their purpose, whichever purpose that man has assigned to those boys. Now once in a while it happened that this man has to let go of a boy, it rarely happens, but it does happen, you can understand this man is not happy then, there is a spot in his home, a spot in his life that needs to be filled again. I think you can imagine that this is not something to just go out and pick a boy who will submit to that life, so over the years he found his ways to find those boys and keep them. He is well respected, well known, runs his own company, successful in everything he does, also in this particular matter. right now this man owned 16 of these boys, he plans to fill up to twenty, has already plans for each of the new boys, so it was pretty disappointing and disturbing that one of his existing boys had to be let go.

There are reasons for that, because it is not happening much, normally once a boy I taken into service, he will never leave again. And I think you may guess ... this is where you come into place. Your fetish was an ideal way to get you where you are now without problems. And that was the plan from the start when I began talking to you. the boy I let go is at the moment in your house by the way, clearing out what is needed, closing affairs in your name and so on, it is his way to thank me for his release, once he took care of everything and you officially moves from your former home, he can go his own ways. I have the financial means to make things happen more easily, and you will officially become employee of my company, so all will be legally in order and nobody will look for you. You obviously just have decided to make a new start somewhere else. If you wonder, you are not even in your country anymore, but in the neighbor country, I leave it to imagination which of the neighbors that may be. That boy I had to let go had his place in my home, and that needed to be replaced when he left, you my boy, you are that replacement. now you may try protesting, but believe me, not even people standing in front of my garden will hear the slight muffles you can make, and I would blind and chained as you are not attempt to hurt yourself by trying to run, just accept as it is and let me continue. - I indeed thought of running, shouting, but he was right, even though only slightly packed u, I still was blind, mute, and helpless.

he kept on: now look, boy - what you are wearing right now is the easy time outfit, from far nobody will recognize, only me and you know, and a few of the boys that actually are able to see will know, as they will take care of some of your needs in time. you have been from the beginning prepared to stay, that chastity and plug, well the catheter is permanent, will allow draining you regular, the plug as well will be permanent, you remember what I have been feeding you earlier? it is a special mix that I created, I actually sell that in my company, it is nutritious, feeds you, hydrates you, yet in its fluid state it means you will mainly piss from now on, rarely have to take a dump, that will allow wearing that locked plug rather permanent, it has a tiny hole going through for the necessities to relieve body gasses, but if it comes out just once a week it will be sufficient, one of the thing the one or other of my boys will take care of in future.

that corset you are locked in, well that as well is a permanent part of you now, you see those locks I used on the boy were easy to open, you did not know but I used a different set on you, those cannot be unlocked, would have to be cut off to remove them, and if you wonder about the lacing in order to get the corset off, that has also been modified by the boy and myself back there at the place we met. There is no longer simple rope string holding it tight, once it was tightened to the max wanted, a steel string has been used to replace the fabric laces, bolted shut on the top and then a matching piece has been glued on top of that steel string. That corset fabric, by the way waterproof too, also lined with an anti-allergy lining, resistant to sweat, able to be flushed, so as you see, everything taken care of.

to continue to the hood, it is not permanently locked, but will stay on your head permanently, rendering you permanently blind and mute, the collar is locked on and holds the buckles of that hood hidden, no possibility for you to take it off, only once a month it will come off to do a complete hair removal on your head, hair removal that will over time also be permanent and allow the hood to stay on longer between removals. The boots, chains and short suit are for the moment, they are your generic outfit when I do not stuff you into other layers, or stay on when other layers come on top of it before keeping you, and I think you may have guessed eventually, hanging around somewhere. yes you place in my home is a handing statue, a hanging object, a hanging decoration, in simple words, you will spend more time of your life suspended than with feet on the ground from now on.

In case you worry about the future, I am young, healthy, have a long life in front of me, so do you, as that boy I made you into. I do care about the boys I own, have trust funds set up for eventualities, but I doubt any of the boys will come to need that. I do take care of my boys, make sure they are and stay healthy, able to keep serving the purpose I assigned to them, in time the twenty will be full, that is all I want and need, some of the boys are with me for years already, others are more recent, you being the freshman of course, but each and all of them are equal to me, boys I enjoy to own and use to the purpose I gave them.

so with that I leave you here for now, I would not suggest to try running, believe me it is futile, as there are painful electrodes in the chastity that will go off and render you even more helpless, but in excruciating pain, should you come any closer than 20 meters to the borders of my fence.

I will have one of the boys pick you up in two or three hours, prepare you for your next few days hanging in the corner in my hallway, as that is where you spend most of your time from now on. Don’t fight it, it is inevitable, learn to enjoy it instead. For being new I will say good night later to you, but that is the only time that will happen, after that you will hardly be addressed directly by me anymore, just enjoyed for your pleasurable image you provide to me in your packed suspended form. See you later then, boy.

Then he left ...and I sat there, endless, helpless, furious, angry, in pain, in excitement, frustrated, horny, and again pain. many thoughts passing through my mind, but also realizing the futility of the situation, I am not sure if things will work so smooth with my disappearance, if nobody will report, look for me, not sure if I actually will be able to cope with what he described to me as my future, not sure about anything at the moment, except ... not having any choice at all in it ... that dame fetish of mine has brought me here ... then again, my dick tells me since the very first moment that it is not a bad thing at all, if only I can get my brains to agree with it, time will have to tell, as I resign into the helplessness I am in, the finality of the situation, the confusion, but also anger, and even more strange way of excitement, I feel someone picking me up by my arm, no words spoken, maybe one of the mentioned boys, maybe muted by a gag as well, I will never know if what he tells is true and I will wear this hood all the time.

Lead back inside by him, stood in a corner the jumpsuit is taken off, I am fed fluids again, the zip between legs is opened and the catheter drains what is in my bladder before being all closed up again. I feel more than just one pair hands now. the ankle shackles are removed, the rubber boots go and I am helped into a suit, I feel rubbery material again, a one piece again, my wrist shackles are opened, they dangle down the belt, the belt is removed now too before that suit is pulled up, my arms lead into it, I feel at the end no gloves but some sort of pockets to keep my fists inside, up the shoulders and then my head pushed into the attached mask, it is a gasmask like hood, I hear the valve with every breath I make now.

I am shoved back a little, come to stand on a steel frame, my legs are spread and fixed on to a platform for each foot, my arms are spread a little and fixed on to bars, keeping them about a foot away from the body, I feel a collar framing my already collared neck and keeping it in place, I feel a belt fixed around my waist line and around my chest underneath the arm pits, it is not really tight, but keeps me in place, so thought he is doing an easy one now. but then I hear the compressor ... slowly and steady that suit blows up, more and more air is pumped in, I feel the inner layer starting to press more and more to my body, I cannot see but feel how all parts of that suit blow up more and more, and the more they blow, the tighter it feels, the tighter also those straps holding me in place now get, ensuring no moving around on those places where thy have been fixed. When the compressor stops, I feel the tightness provided by that balloon like suit, tight yet not painful tight, still keeping my body in its place and shape for sure. An extra fixation is provided to the top of the head, extra straps add to the legs on multiple places, then the winch activates.

I cannot tell how high, but I am lifted up in that steel frame, I have no idea how I look, what color that suit is, how that blown up suit shows now, I can only imagine. I get the feeling it is a very high ceiling, from the time taken before the winch stops, then again it could have been very slow lifting only, I will never know. I was swinging lightly but then feel them handle to bottom of that frame, additional chains are added on either side and another winch comes to action, puling the bottom part up now too, slowly bringing me into a horizontal position, facing down, hanging in the straps, no not really, hanging in the air padding provided by the pumped up suit now. Once I am completely horizontal the winch stops, and silence comes. a few minutes I hang there thinking about the position, when suddenly monotonous noises begin, speakers are embedded in the hood, now I am not only blind and mute, I can no longer hear anything happening around me either, kept in my own little compressed world, helpless, yet, I cannot believe it, that dick still tries as hard as possible to get his place down there, I do not know if I should allow frustration to take over or enjoy the excitement my dick assumes, I guess time will tell, I am left there, hanging above the entrance door, high up in the ceiling, like a chandelier or so, to please one man’s fetish, one man’s vie, one man’s eyes .. My new life begins...